There was happiness in your eyes.

It shines true from above your picked flower.

Your nose will be pressed too close against the petals,

And your cheeks are upturned in a hidden smile.

This season, the fall, has me

Nostalgic for now.

The smells and the sepia overtones

Send me back one hundred years to the present.

When you are older,

And there were fewer flowers,

You found other things to smile about.

And I am one of them

I hope.