Days are dimming the air has a chill
Of swimming and games children have had their fill
Their skin tells adventures in tanned feet and freckled nose
Legs scratched and bit, pinkish arms and dirty toes
Time to trim the lightened hair, measure shoes and get to sleep
Looking forward to friendships, making new ones to keep
It is a beckoning we cannot resist, the ritual of Autumn’s kiss
The rustle of leaves quieting the birds and frogs of summer’s bliss
To ants and worms that crawled in and out, we bid farewell friends
On the other side of winter’s throes we will meet again
Upstairs Productions 
This was our day today!
Haircut and all? I love how the writing becomes a memory journal.