“Here grab some apple pancakes”
she sings the hum
of  a beautiful today and tomorrow
where birds join in chorus

“It’s autumn, I won’t rake the leaves!"
She doesn’t want to see
the long face
I’m always wearing

“My dear, sometimes, you have to
cherish the ‘fall’
for days will pass,
leaves will wither,
a storm may blow off our roof.
But seasons are like people
they come and go,
but be ready,
and most of all be strong.”

She smiled like she never cried before.
All I want, is not to rake the leaves.

But her words...
'always' make sense.