Last year, my oldest grand child and I walked
on Thanksgiving weekend through her neighborhood,
and everywhere around us were a sea of leaves in bright colors!
enjoying the cracklinging sound
while we were sloshing through heaps of leaves.
Some leaves were petty big,
as you can see,
covering more than her face!
Some of the big trees displayed their turning leaves
as if it were a bright Sunday dress
with other trees, its color appeared to be
the complexion of their skin.
orange, ochre and brown leaves
reminding us on the pumpkin pie
waiting for us,
with whipped cream on top.
the front door inviting to
a home coming
a smile, a hug, a pat on the shoulder
lightens my day
a comfort to see familiar faces
I won't see till leaves fall again.
Footnote for the ones outside the United States: I did not know what pumpkin pie was, till I came to the United States. I love the subtle sweetness of pumpkin, sugar, and cream, mingled with cinnamon, ginger, cloves and a hint of nutmeg. Now years later, pumpkin and pecan pies
are my favorite pies for the fall and winter.
