11.9.14 Times To Come

The day spun out 
into the deep golden rust of fall colors,
 as offspring, grown now, 
raked and dragged tarps,
 laughing and telling stories- 

til we sat down to beef stew and salad,
 round the small kitchen table, 
talking of past, of future,
 of small things.

So many embraces
as the tired ones left for the drive home, 
leaving me full of family

 and the smells of fall ; 
of cool breezes , 
and times to come.