Chilly November Days

Sun shines
at a piercing angle,
blinding bright
Trees flash
oranges, reds, yellows

Parents rake leaves into piles
while children dive in them
Laughter fills crisp air
hair stands on end

The dog barks in
protest and play
tail wagging as
leaves fly in the breeze

The pile is gone now
rake and laborers
begin again, smiling
Knowing this dance
could go on
all afternoon

The sun fades
lights from the warm house
beckon us to dinner
cold hands and noses
protest going inside

Just a little longer
but there's homework to do
a warm meal waiting
Before we know it
the sun is gone

All around
mothers call children
to dinner
Another day has passed,
not one minute
of Autumn
wasted

cDeby White Jizi  2009