Rose is Rose by Don Wimmer and Pat Brady for November 12, 2018

Curiously enough, I do remember days like that decades ago. However, looking at the deepening layer of leaves outside my window today, just kicking them doesn’t seem enough some how.

Rose reminds me of a ‘Dick and Jane’ first grade reader story. They had fun playing in the leaves, also.

This works until you find the large rock that is lying in the middle of the leaf pile.

Even though my girls are now both teenagers – and I’m definitely WELL past that – all 3 of us still enjoy kicking leaves.

Sometimes being a kid just takes over!!

That’s my wife.

I love scuffling through the leaves in autumn.

The prisoners of infinite choice

Have built their house

In a field below the wood

And are at peace.

It is autumn, and dead leaves

On their way to the river

Scratch like birds at the windows

Or tick on the road.

Somewhere there is an afterlife of dead leaves,

A stadium filled with infinite sighing.

Somewhere in the heaven

Of lost futures

The lives we might have lived

Have found their own fulfillment.

There is nothing thrilling more than being a kid. See life through a child’s perspective and everything is bright. Way to go Don!