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
Copyright © Darlene De Beaulieu | Year Posted 2018
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