Blowing Leaves

Written by: Karla Null

I raked a pile of leaves to my right,
turned around and they blew out of sight.

As I gathered with my rake,
I realized that I made a mistake.

The mighty wind was there to mock,
any effort I made to block,

the swirling fury on the ground
rising, falling, as it blew around.

Waiting patiently for the wind to stop,
another pile of leaves decided to drop.

What I picked up, blew away too,
what in the world, was I to do.

This certainly wasn't any fun,
at this rate I'd never get done.

Working quickly during a moment of rest,
to the street I raked, with new found zest.

The wind rose as I watched from my seat, 
the pile of leaves blew down the street.