We're always best in our autumn watercolor
  picking apples in golds and reds with the
  weaker light a muted burnt sienna. The
  children are just suggested brush strokes,
  shadows yet real playing in the hay loft.
  We watch in awe with us and everything.
  We're always perfect in the right light.
  If only we could freeze time and love
keep it in a shadow box
safe forever stop the clocks.