Dancing leaves change colors to the ground
They are a sign of autumn, floating all around.
My favorite time of year, it’s always been
Happy for the change, but sad for summer’s end.
I rake up the leaves and heap them in a pile
To celebrate and enjoy them more, a little while.
I’m thinking, wouldn’t it be nice
To save happy memories and enjoy them twice.
When a memory tries to slip away
Box it up to replay another day.
But memories are like fallen leaves on the ground
Must be enjoyed while they are still around.
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ September 2012