Autumn is here, and I celebrate
the quietness it brings.
Spring is the sprighty gait
of my boys, as they run effortlessly
while I walk, a little slower, perhaps?
it's time to sit back and savour
every moment, before the leaves are gone.
What I see is the love and the pain
I see etched in fallen leaves.
Brilliant hued, they flaunt their veins,
their color with pride.
