You took my tiny hand,
Wrapped it in the fortress of your own,
Safe, Sturdy, Protective.
I saw the wonder,
In the oranges and the yellows,
In the browns and the reds,
I felt the excitement,
All the way down to my toes.
The bag rustled as we walked,
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch,
Across the bed of fallen leaves.
We finally made it to the patch where the shiny brown pebbles fell,
And the giddy feeling began to bubble in my stomach,
This was it,
Autumn was here,
Right in front of me.
These are the golden moments,
The ones that form like polaroids in the mind,
Captured, stored and treasured.
And all it took was that moment with you,
That glimmer of excitement in your eye,
As you looked down to the ground and grinned,
To bring all those memories flooding back,
With such force it almost knocked me off my feet.
The joy of discovery,
That day we went conker hunting.