I just felt like writing a poem today, no big thing about my life in the entertainment world.
Cold sneaks in through open windows. Fire's bright sun pales behind soft white clouds. Aloof, children hiding among long sleeve shirts. What once was heard in playful delight, now awaits quietly for snow dropped flakes. In fish smooth lakes fathers and sons dance in bonding speech. Now shakes of wind forced upon a tree's beautiful leaves, to a ground where sons and fathers rake. Whispers of jack-o-lanterns cry out “please” in attention seeking pleads. No longer late days blanketing our runs through dirt covered paths. Nights come crawling covering our streets quickly for life's children to sleep. How summer breeze will lay deeply against my memories cheek. Friends laughing, giggling away scrapped knees and late nights of hide and go seek. Oh winter I know you're coming with great cheer, family gatherings and presents for all... but how free we all felt in summer's short lived open call. Till again, spring will leap us into your warm embracing arms.