Fall Afternoon

Daniel Routh

The warm sunlight filters through the branches;

shaking leaves of every hue in dances.

They start ruffling, as we go shuffling;

through the forest bare.

The sun glints through the sharp cold air,

As we walk on and lose our care.

My friend is silent as we wander,

and as we trudge we ponder.

We both have tasted of life's trials,

we both have covered many miles.

But the struggle called life seems far away,

as we shuffle on our way.