So, remembering the day I wrote it down
And found you within it and an empty page
An empty page that sang of summer,
Just now on the turn -
A lovely glide to earth and leaves and peace.

And in that watchfulness of autumn,
There were children waiting in a ring
And holding hands
But looking steadily at me
To see what life I would bring to them.

I wanted to.

And now we'll see what new empty pages bring to life:
The unworded silent faces waiting to be here
And find their loving in the age old words of life.

And you don't find nothing there.
The newly pressed, new minted riches
Of the moment full of Wonder
At the infinite renewal possible
From nothing, awaiting you to set them free.

And it's mostly from the possibilities of meeting:
A new nod
The smile
The acquaintance renewed and deepened.

Just a summer moment will suffice.