Tis the Season
October 15,2011
By Rose Marie Rideout

Through the Dark of night,
The silence of day,
The cracking of leaves,
Tip toeing along the way.

The colours of gold,
Yellows and browns,
The warmth of a blanket,
Lay upon the ground.

No directions given,
They seem to understand,
The order of life,
In each given command.

Raking of the leaves,
Before the first snowfall arrive,
With the laughter from children,
Who all come alive.


Jumping and playing,
The laughter’s begun,
For the children have gathered,
For a whole day of fun.