Childhood Untitled

As the leaves fell we’d lunge as they’d lift,
Stretching, catching,
I’d dive before it hit,
the cold colored ground.

We’d spin in circles to find,
Yearning, turning,
I’d run as they’d drift,
in the mild windy day.

Then we’d head for the piles,
Diving, striving,
To find boyhood memories
in the cold, windy season