Autumn; Thank You Grandpa

Red, yellow and orange

pastel colors engulf the world in September.

The flames of Autumn brush against my skin; I'm left

Wondering why the leaves look so
alive in livid shades.

I was young when my first memories

were coalesced with my frail mind;

Grandpa would spend all day

making piles of fallen leaves.

Tiny legs would carry me there,

anxious to meet with the laborious work he'd endure.

But with a smile on both of our faces,

He'd welcome Autumn once more.

Yesterdays were followed by more raking,

and tomorrows would welcome more play...

If only it was September again,

I'd ask Grandpa for another pile.