The autumn flowers growing wild
they all are one big smile,
to them turns full of joy the child
with no deceit nor guile!

“The autumn colors I collect”,
to me she did confide,
her innocence did me affect
at that small mountain side.

And other children came along,
they likewise were enthused,
a school class “full of beans” did throng,
they laughed and were amused!

I, too, must with the kids rejoice
despite the autumn´s chill,
and hearing this and that sweet voice,
its warmth my heart did fill!

The autumn flowers growing wild
with all their joy and thrill
remind me now of that dear child
whose warmth removed my chill!

October 13, 2012 – jn