Leaves
Take a look outside your window, look out for the glare.
The sun is setting, set just a moment ago out there.
After a day of wind and barely wet rain abound
came floating leaves down along the ground
waiting to be blown or cut or raked,
this work is no piece of cake.
I just did that yesterday and looking up at the trees,
all I see are many more leaves to be set free.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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