Saturated Piles of Brown-Shaped November

I should be thinking about snow, it’s December. But leaves, like glue, stick to windshield and doors, and saturated piles of brown shaped November flood my yard, its uphill and down. In need of oars, or hands and rakes, bags that shack the waste. Pretty when it was early fall, cool and ornamental. But now, the drill is to sweep the sogginess in haste. Shovel out the debris - I’m over being sentimental. I should be thinking about snow before that gets old too…newfallen, fresh, powdery or compacted, gold. 12/7/2022