The autumn breeze carried with it a scent of apple

as my feet pushed through the many dead leaves

that the season laid upon the earth’s floor

As each step became one step closer to home

I could hear laughter of children while playing

as I too could hear the crinkle of the leaves they jumped in

It is with pleasure that I then remembered my youth

Autumn’s child was miles and years away now

but yet now at this time, he existed again within