The scent of burning leaves in the air
Busy woodsmen revving up their saws
I looked down to see a waxy , damp leaf
Brightly colored, I couldn't step on it
It had a curled edge,
Memories of my mother
Brought a tear to my eye.
Carefully, I put the leaf into my pocket
A childhood craft, forgotten
now recalled
Taking me to a special place and time
Another Autumn long ago
Taking me to a special place and time
Another Autumn long ago
Placing the leaf between waxed paper
and, slipping it into a book
Hoping it would be found
Another Autumn, another memory made
and, slipping it into a book
Hoping it would be found
Another Autumn, another memory made
Wysteria
Nice one shot! Love and Light, Sender
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by and the nice comment... Will be checking you out too!..:)
ReplyDeleteWysteria
Very well put!!
ReplyDeleteAs we grow up, we do leave many of our peeves that had delighted us back then no end.. Life!!
xox
Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThere are so many that come to mind with each new season. My mom has passed away, but really has left some fond memories, that seem to pop into my head every now and then.
Thanks for the kind words~
Wysteria