In time

The Frisbee drifted over last years leaves,

I put out my hand to catch it.

It floated on by and as I turned,

a dark-haired woman smiled

and caught my eye.

I walked on, the leaves whispered

to me of the times of love

with each step I took.

The Frisbee flew ahead to a slender man

standing considerably behind my time.

I smiled and thought of a short-haired woman.

I would be home in time for supper.