On crisp sunbright mornings
As the wind swirls and scatters
Golden brown leaves far and wide,
I hear children calling,
Their laughter echoes through the air.
How I miss the days when my children
then grandchildren
Helped me gather fallen leaves.
On sunny Autumn days.
It took longer but the fun we had
Gathering leaves into mounds of colour.
That where just to tempting for little ones
Who dived flaying arms and legs
Onto the pile of dry crisp leaves.
The golden shower kicked high into the air
Rained down on happy faces.
As we played amidst the laughter
On a sunny autumn day.
It takes time and patience
To tidy an Autumn garden.
Energy and motivation is now my enemy.
No more little helpers
No more happy laughter.
Just lost moments to recall
on sunny Autumn Days.
VCook2009
