The air feels clean, the grass sparkles with dew.
The hottest days are done, and yet I knew
What is ahead could be magnificent fun.
In the coolness of days, I will not miss the sun.

With fireworks and sparklers in the sky,
And Hallows Eve with witches flying high.
Then snow, making the world like a picture, it is true.
Foot prints of birds and foxes, not just my shoe.

Then later Christmas with its stories bringing joy
Of wise men travelling, to greet a baby boy.
Children watching for Santa, riding in the sky.
Hardly knowing if they believe, but they will try.

Perhaps to please their mother, just one more time,
The magic of Santa with toys, the lie is not a crime.
Then Auld Lang Syne, wishing all a happy year ahead.
Drink to absent friends, then slowly off to bed.

© Kathy McKay Sinclair, 2012