If I Were The Autumn Leaves

If I were the autumn leaves
I would be colorful and tinged.
Reds, yellows, and oranges,
falling and tangling
in Maisie's hair as she
skips down the lane,
followed by mama.

It is a fall day in Cheltenham.
Maisie Jean and mom
are on a walk to grandma's.
A little girl's voice sings,
"Wake Me Up When September Ends."
"Mama what day is this?"
"November 12th"
"Was I awake when September ended?"

If I were the autumn leaves
I would clap and dance
at the chance to be
tangled in hair and serenaded
by a sweet child
who listens to the same song I do
from thousands of miles away.