coming autumn whispers float
through the air and I sit beneath the shade of this old tree watching and playing
Delighting
bowing to my belly
beside my babe
perceiving the grassy forest
forehead high the intensity
of lush green
his eyes now understand
this new field of vision enchants
swinging arms aim at the ball
with my boy inklings
of interconnected synchronization
sight and comprehension
and body
mother and son and father
freeing spirits and inhibitions
playing the fool
for foolishness’ sake
the wild child in all of us
laughing, chasing, bursting
falling leaves and bare branches
covered in white
kneeling down to gather
uniquely designed snowflakes
covered head to toe
skin rosy and frozen
standing unadorned
resting under blanketed darkness
dormant hope
quiet
fleeting days in early years
learning to be delivered
through weaving acts
of rest and play
a Delightful aroma
reaching heaven
under the apricot tree
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