A Late Summer's Child - By Age One
As a child born late summer,
my senses were first flooded
by the images, sounds and smells of fall.
Was I aware of orange pumpkins, wind
caressing the bright leaves, and smells of pies?
I must have known the cold of
wintertime. Did I marvel
to see my first snowflakes and feel them too
falling on my skin? Christmas would have been
in the air – pine scents and sounds of carols.
The wonder of spring coming
surely had brought me delight.
My soul was growing then in many ways.
Did I toddle in sunlight, looking at
pretty flowers nodding in a cool breeze?
Summer’s advent would have brought
my first experience with
sweltering days and perhaps a parade!
Did my eyes widen to see fireworks burst
in night’s sky? Did I wade along sea’s shore?
By age one (not knowingly)
I’d have learned much about life.
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