An autumn day with chilled wind whips dry leaves in front of every step I take, <br />An ancient tree groans and creaks and gently sways <br />As I pass it sending warning of the coming winter preparations we must make <br />Whilst a squirrel scurries past in haste gathering provisions and hesitates in curiosity watching as I wend my way. <br />This wind teases me and like a child, steals my hat and runs away taunting me to chase it like a school playground game from my youth <br />Red leaves fall like a thousand flames and run in circles whilst join in the fun. <br />Just once I am a child again kicking piles of leaves high into the air whilst savouring the smell of their dampness nature and I are merged into one <br />My heart warms like a welcoming fire on a cold and frosty night. <br />If my life where a season then autumn it would be not wishing it where summer. for I am happy light and free <br />Was this day savoured a thousand years ago? And in a thousand years from now? <br />Who cares for today this day is my day!<br /><br />kipper Stagg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-75/
