As leaves begin their change,

At even the first hint of

green moving to orange,

I find myself in a

familiar place.

I think I’ve been here before!

 

I am welcomed without question. 

Honey-colored light filtered

through tree leaves,

dancing over still-green grass

In speckled shadows.

 

The soft leaves that fall 

serve as the doormat

of the house that I build,

the brittle twigs as its walls, 

as I play without a thought 

of the air growing cool.

 

I am called inside 

for a bath and matching pajamas. 

 

The blueprint of many days

that sit in my memory

as I am reminded of how

simple it is to be human.