I Am Lost No More

Last day of summer;
Temperature is forty-three;
I put on my coat.

Sun drenches the field;
It is pulling away now;
It's not very warm.

Alfred has returned;
He joins his mom for breakfast;
He's a big boy now.

By the running stream:
Dead leaves and white blooms;
The waters rush on.

 

Bright is the roadway;
Dark are the woods next to it;
Light plays side by side.

Chipmunk runs across;
I know that he's watching me
With upraised tail.

I am lost in thought;
Acorn bounces off my head;
I am lost no more.

Whooshing of the wheels;
Car announces its approach;
Then, Swish! It's past me.