Father Son Fall

autumn lingers unfinished though cold drops november rain and waits undiminished 'til native summer sun remembers what could unmake when days full ache bloom autumn colors quick winter all borders golds greens yellows reds purples browns a rusted rainbow frowns as leaves scoot over meadows fallen from mountain forest after fields have given harvest a father of one teaches his son. chase catching leaves for fun they twist turn swivel pirouette lunge leap slide slice 'til earth is whet while boy staggers with arms stretched missing while dad knows misdirect fetched two and three leaves while son fustrated cries to quit but egged on infuriated at last by chance or by experience claps and traps one in victory dance