A morning walk
On an Autumns day
Not much talk
Few kids at play.
Leaves of amber and red
Chalk the path we trail
Cover the flower bed
Clouds form as we exhale.
Slip between trees
Crunching leaves in chasing games
Sometimes falling sore to our knees
Eyes not seeing the days true pain.
Joy exclaimed in fits of laughter
As we stroll through a tree guided lane
Look to cows in fields at pasture
Skip through trees and laugh again.
© Daniel Breslin