Autumn’s first frost forms,
a thin layer of crystals cover the blades of grass
we take our early morn’ family walk,
thinking
thinking
thinking
i make lists upon lists, reminders for the lists, pin it all inside my cold cold brain.
With a flick of my wrist and you tug me back, it is autumn’s first frost and crystals cover the blades of grass
you sniff and lick and contemplate what the leaves hide
and slowly the lists float into the sky releasing me of their weight so I can sniff and lick and contemplate the leaves too.
