Autumn

( To Pachita)

I was born when the leaves were red, and the air was crisp and clean

When the fireplace was lit and the rain fell outside

The raindrops caressed the window as I slept in my warm crib, the house was filled with the scent of baby things...

The wind dancing outside carrying brown and red leaves letting them fall again like a blanket on the lawn

Mornings going to school, crashing the frosted grass, looking at spiderwebs sprinkled with dew As the sun rose over the mountains and I stood looking at his glory..

I felt the autumn wind in my hair caressing his autumn child..

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