Autumn Poem by kipper Stagg

An autumn day with chilled wind whips dry leaves in front of every step I take,
An ancient tree groans and creaks and gently sways
As I pass it sending warning of the coming winter preparations we must make
Whilst a squirrel scurries past in haste gathering provisions and hesitates in curiosity watching as I wend my way.
This wind teases me and like a child, steals my hat and runs away taunting me to chase it like a school playground game from my youth
Red leaves fall like a thousand flames and run in circles whilst join in the fun.
Just once I am a child again kicking piles of leaves high into the air whilst savouring the smell of their dampness nature and I are merged into one
My heart warms like a welcoming fire on a cold and frosty night.
If my life where a season then autumn it would be not wishing it where summer. for I am happy light and free
Was this day savoured a thousand years ago? And in a thousand years from now?
Who cares for today this day is my day!