Autumn leaf rainbows.
The prelude to the hope of snow.
Climbed trees as the wind blew.
Your child eyes I see through.
Golden rays on running heels.
Tree like drifts on grassy fields.
Wonderous earth she sways and saunters.
Running through leaves with my daughter.
Collecting fragments of your life.
Yellows, reds, what’s left alive.
Cascading caricatures we copy and stick.
Like the perfect buildings from the perfect brick.
Treasured memories that only we know.
Autumn leaf rainbows and the hope of snow.
© G.P Williamson 2017