Autumn

Autumn seems to claim your liking.
The colors of our Mother’s offspring dances by a stream,
Slightly bending for the soft reflecting waves.
Sharp edged rocks wade in the rim of the flow.
Radiance emanating through the bold oranges
And easy reds, gently contorting into green and yellow.
The creek that once was your playground, warped into
A stunning art of His creation.
Capture the gentle waves that licked and rocked
Your childlike body.
Remember when it tipped you over and you
Submerged under its cradling warmth.
Capture the trees that you and childhood friends
Scaled and enjoyed juvenile games.
Remember when the twisting hues of nature’s pallet
Carefully released you into the water.