A leaf and another birthday

I have turned, and how!

Vein by vein, pore by pore

You've coloured

and changed me so

I sure have bloomed

Oh my, just how!

There was once a time so green

Precious childhood, that waxy sheen

Then came along the Sun,

the Rain and a few strange signs

I tossed and turned

blushed and burned

And I never was the same again.

Drunk with light, neck-deep in life

Dressed in such shooting rainbows dear

Do I care for that gust of wind

That bullies me so?

The autumn woman celebrates another birthday today, and what better than a colour-kissed geranium leaf (that too from her own plant!) to mark the day.

Autumn, sure, is in the air. Welcome back trendy sweaters, scurrying squirrels, smiling chrysanthemums, fat pumpkins and apples galore.
And yes, may be a little wisdom too.

Wear my shoes, will ya?

Wear my shoes, will ya?

Black, white, red, tan...

They twirl, tap and trot

They pinch, tear and bite.

Sandals, flip-flops, flats...

Walk a mile in them

Kick the moon, touch the stars.

May be a little jig on the streets?

They are nice you know, my shoes.

They've walked on beds of roses

And ruffled many a golden autumn leaf.

They've felt the chill of seeping rain

And the dull numbing of life from snow.

Wear them, won't ya? My shoes?

They've climbed haughty mountains

And roamed meadows green.

They've hopped through scarring battles

And loitered on days clean.

Wear my shoes damned!

They'll take you there.