The fall has come again.
It's back with its cool air and crunchy
leaves.
I like that. It always makes me smile.
Dark eyed ravens are watching.
I'm splitting and stacking wood for
winter.
Memories. Of seasons that have passed.
Of when I played in leaves.
The way the leaves crunched underfoot
was nice.
Happy days. Seasons and days long gone.
The games have become chores.
The games were always fun.
They still are. Now, they're
for you, my
love.(C) 2014 Marcel Trepanier
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