Post by AquarianM on Mar 20, 2008 at 10:06am
Green Leaf Gals Fall...
Steps and stairs,
A house number by heart,
Cool breath,
Miss you, puppy dog.
So long...
Leaves out of sight,
Never out of mind,
All about the yard,
Were in neat piles raked.
Sign of a season...
A cameo moment,
Camera-captured forever,
"Who, me?"
"Not I wags the dog."
A smile and whistle for such innocence...
Scattered gold and brown,
Wind-blown in their time,
Rustles and frost long faded,
Like clouds in the sky.
They remember the leaves even still.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford - poem, Prahl family photo.
© 03/15/2008