Autumn
As the wind sent wisp of hair around her face
The back of her skirt blew up in disgrace
Then an old woman sidles by
Two young children run side by side
The air is cold enough; your lungs to freeze
The breath you breathe visible in the breeze
Even though arms wrapped up and turtle necks rolled high
The laughter is in the voice and the glaze is in the eyes
The leaves no longer green but salty brown
The redness of the nose and the cheeks are round
The teenage girls sit around the front
The teenage boys come calling for the hunt
The mothers stand around looking to direct
Fierceness in their eyes watching for their next matchmaking project
The headphones pulled into the Ipod or MP3 player
The beat of the music warming them layer over layer
Tones of both laughter and speech are in jubilee
Even the smallest of the smallest and the oldest of the oldest are filled with glee
In the windows are Arabian rugs
Window shopping filled with friendly and lovesick hugs
The sky is full of airborne doves
The invisibility of physical airborne love
The season that never goes to waste
The sound of Autumn and its glorious taste
