October

Overnight the leaves
have a moment of glory.
Reds ambers yellows and golds.
A last hurrah from mother nature.
In the woodlands they fall
like spangled stardust.
crunching below my feet.
I can smell the aroma
of my childhood.
And the picture of a young
carefree boy running through
The leaves with his scruffy
Inseparable dog
fills my heart.
I know it was me.