Today I raked leaves. A simple, repetitive task.
Tried to get Lily to look at the camera, but she refused.
Looked at our side yard and groaned.
by Steven Federle
Look to the tallest tree
and see how the noon-day sun
glints through slender grey limbs
to where leafless Life contracts
to its tender core
(this year’s ring
and waits for winter’s storms.
golden harvest, luxuriant carpet
to kick and scatter like
… years ago
playing through long autumn days,
we built castles and smashed them,
diving deep into fragrant mounds
as the incense of burn piles
filled the chilled air of November.
Today I just rake,
making smaller heaps to haul
into my big green recycle bin
and see how golden autumn light
softly glows in gleaming grass,
free at last
from the detritus