around the block, dwarfed
among balding maple giants
whose hair, crinkled and withered
tops rough and knotty skin.
I kick up
dusty piles and a smell
that makes me a little girl again . . .
with hand-me-down jacket and homemade scarf,
raking leaves into rows, neat and square
to build yet another leaf house
in the back yard after school.
What fall memories make you smile?