Jennie Plays Jennie Plays
She shuffles scrunching through the leaves
of red and yellow orange brown.
The air now has that frosty chill
but everything is new for her.
We make her wear a jacket thing
and put a hat upon her head,
but she still frolics in the rain,
and wait, what are these small white specks
that sting so coldly on her face
and then are gone again so fast?
It's getting dark so early now,
not like it used to be in summer days,
but until bedtime comes around,
Her face pressed up against the mist
that on the window has appeared,
she wants to see the world all white.
It happened overnight, we say.