Fall colors the neighborhood everywhere I go these days and my walks inspired the following poem.
Kicking and Crunching
By Judy Beaston
Leaves litter my path
wake memories
of walks with you,
those canvas sneakers
kicking and crunching,
I smile as I recall
another scene,
me on the sidelines
as you create
color storms
around the wheels
of your tricycle.
Autumn follows autumn,
time marches on,
finds me here today,
my feet alone
on these paths of fall,
remembering
when you were young
and our lives
held all the colors
of laughter
your canvas sneakers
kicking and crunching
fall’s clutter of leaves.
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