It wrapped her head,
covering her auburn hair
in golden yellows and bright blues.
When the wind stole it away,
I raced after it,
hoping to catch up to the breeze.
The red and orange leaves
traced its path as it flew
through the brisk autumn air.
My fingers barely brushed
the fabric, but the current
brought it to the branches overhead.
The air carried it to
a high bough above our heads,
hanging it on a branch with care.
There it hung, beside
the glimmering yellow leaves of
the tree, swaying like one of them.
I reached towards the sky
to retrieve it before the breeze
could lift it away once more.
She caught up with me then,
laughing at our attempts
to rescue her bright yellow scarf.
Looking up at the thin piece of fabric,
I offered to climb the tree
though I didn’t want to.
Her infectious giggles at the
proposed idea graced my ears
like a soft, sweet song.
That music lulled my once-lonely mind
into sleepy peace and serenity
for the rest of my days.
