have you kicked up
the orange and gold 
leaves, ran until
your laugh was 
uncatchable
felt the cool touch of 
fingers on your back 
while you rolled in 
the grass 
in that make believe 
get away 
only hoping for the 
chase 
have you then gently 
brushed away the 
remains of Autumn's play 
from a flushed cheek 
picked leaves from an 
auburn nest 
and whispered long into 
the night 
....tell me Sir.... the answer 
must be yes,... 
You've done it a hundred times 
....in my dreams