Darlene De Beaulieu Poet Free verse

Raking Leaves

The wind has blown
All the fallen leaves
Downward to the ground
This is not the first time
All the raking starts
Raking a pile of leaves

Fifty bags are packed
More bags will be filled
There are more leaves
         to spill
Until all has spread
To be raked once more
For the very last time

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M. L. Kiser November 27, 2018 at 6:55 PM We don't rake anymore, we blow them into a pile and use our leaf vacuum to suck them up. So much easier...A great summary of the process though; well done. Darlene De Beaulieu November 28, 2018 at 10:08 AM Hello M.L. Kiser, I agree to blow the leaves would be easier than raking them. Yet some people prefer to rake. I do not understand this. Because it would be easier to blow leaves than rake. have a nice day my friend.

Andrea Dietrich November 25, 2018 at 6:28 PM oh for me I find this amusing. My husband and I have never raked leaves in our lives. We just left them all go back to the earth. Winter snow comes and covers them. Spring arrives and they are gone!! you can tell we do not care all that much about the looks of our lawn. I bet yours is beautiful! Darlene De Beaulieu November 26, 2018 at 12:04 PM Hello Andrea, my sister has Maple Trees and they take their time to lose their leaves. We had 50 bags of leaves full. That is front and back. Have a nice day my friend.

Warren Doll November 22, 2018 at 6:29 PM A seasonal passage. So well written, Darlene. Warm wishes~ Warren Darlene De Beaulieu November 22, 2018 at 7:40 PM Hello Warren, so nice to see you. Thank you for the lovely comment. Have a nice evening my friend.

Constance La France November 22, 2018 at 11:24 AM Darlene, wonderful write. We are way past leaves in my world, we have snow, lots of snow. It is -25;with the wind today. I would love to be raking leaves~ Darlene De Beaulieu November 22, 2018 at 7:45 PM Hello Dear Heat our winter came early this year. We have snow. Then we had a spring thaw, snow on the grass but not on the sidewalks. I prefer this than having a lot of snow. Have a nice evening my friend.

M Asim Nehal November 21, 2018 at 8:41 AM Great philosophy of life....Nicely thought and written. Darlene De Beaulieu November 21, 2018 at 11:28 AM HelloM .Asim Nehal it is so nice to meet youThank you for the lovely comment. Have a nice day my friend.

Vegter Papyrus November 19, 2018 at 11:25 PM i see life in these words, and the contemplation of removing this tree. It can be a metaphor for problems coming to an end. I ike the approach! Darlene De Beaulieu November 20, 2018 at 11:57 AM Hello Vegter Papyrus, so nice to meet you. Thank you for the lovely comment. Yes it can be a metaphor for problems. have a nice day my friend.

John Michaels November 19, 2018 at 10:58 AM Great stuff, Darlene. All would have thought that a mundane chore could bring such prose!!! All the best, John. Darlene De Beaulieu November 19, 2018 at 1:01 PM Hello John Michaels, thank you for the great comment.John have a nice day my friend.

Connie Marcum Wong November 18, 2018 at 8:48 PM It is an endless job but kids can help especially if you let them play in them. I enjoyed your poem! Happy autumn that will be gone too soon. We have leaves in our yard from the neighbor's trees and the wind. Ours are rhe tall Italian spruce that barely shed. : ) Darlene De Beaulieu November 19, 2018 at 1:05 PM Hello Connie, there are oak trees in the yard. They take their time to shed their leaves.Also we get leaves from the neighbour 's yard. Have a nice day my friend.Oh i love the spruce trees.

Tom Cunningham November 18, 2018 at 3:01 PM Just what I was doing today Darlene, and there's still more to do. Tom. Darlene De Beaulieu November 18, 2018 at 5:27 PM Hello Tom, it seems that the raking is never done. Even when the lawn is raked more leaves do fall. Have a nice evening my friend.

Wren Rushing November 18, 2018 at 3:01 PM The chores of fall, the leaves keep falling. Great poem my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu November 18, 2018 at 5:30 PM Hello Wren, so nice to see you.Yes the raking leaves never ends. Thank you so much for your comment. have a nice evening my friend.

Heidi Sands November 18, 2018 at 2:49 PM Great poem Darlene. So true. I can hardly think about leaves. I get many around here and this is the first year, the snow came first on top of them all before they got done! What a mess. Hope you are well :) Darlene De Beaulieu November 18, 2018 at 5:49 PM Hello Heidi,thank you for the lovely comment. Oh.. the snow came early, and you did not get a chance to rake up the leaves.. you will have to do it in the Spring. We still have more leaves to rake, that will happen in the Spring. Have a nice evening my friend.