Whee!

Whee!

Today my granddaughter and I “whee’d” the leaves,

such as they are in the front yard.

Most of which are from our half-dead birch tree.

And most of those blow into the yard

of the empty house across the street,

to no one’s disappointment.

So we gathered small fistfuls of yellow leaves

and tossed them in the air

as we sat in the sun warmed grass.

Grandma and Brie share a much missed moment
and a word that captures its spirit—

“Whee!”