In The Leaves

In the middle of the yard
I found a seat
just beneath the rustling
of my tired... feet.

Quietly I listened
as my thoughts....
began to slow
remembering the days
not that long ago.

Between my toes
I watched...
these dancing leaves
twirling acrobats
traipsing
in the morning's breeze.

Her and I
that's who we were
carefree,
like syrup song-birds
smooth and sweet.

I stood-up
and grasped the rake
twirling with a smile
I kissed the morning wind
and danced....
amongst the pile of memories.

Such freedom, in the clarity
and beauty - of the moments seen
these gracious opportunities
while sitting...
in the leaves.