Joy ...

is knowing
that even when they move away
knowing that they will return

and head for the fridge
tossing their laundry
at the door

knowing that
regardless of the change of address
that home is where the heart is ...

a chill in the air
a lonely heart
missing my kids
my lover
my soul ...

the red leaf
twirls in the breeze
hanging on by a fibre
a splash of colour
one of passion
against the
greying sky ...

a moment
in time
a subtle reminder
that sometimes
the passion
is right before your eyes ...