Weave the rain
Into a bow
The wee ones show
Where lies the thread

Sweet angels nearer
To the dead
Than any adult
Dares to go

Life’s puddles splash
As kids scoot through
Whilst big ones tut
At trouser stains

Their tread is heavy
Young ones’ laughter
Floats past headstones
Grumpy moans

Grown-ups have oh
So far to fall
The fears they dread
Are seeds they sew

Into the mist
Their groans remain
They’re closer than
They care to know

Unimpressed all
The children chatter
Old ones leaf through
Autumn’s muddle

Watch the young
Past puddles hurtle
Drops refracting
Yarns unravel

Colours scatter
Four winds fed
With tears of babes
Blown like snow