an ode to the divestiture of leaves …
how is it that your lawn’s devoid of leaves,
no fallen fronds now populate your walk,
yet mine dons them for hat and gloves and sleeves,
and now a gabby wind has come to talk.
no matter where i coaxed leaves, the wind won,
the nuance of wind discourse fails me now,
it threw leaves in my face, not so much fun,
the leaf blower and i were like - oh wow.
while working with the wind is a delight -
when it is at my back i feel so strong -
working against it can be quite the fright,
making a task feel wearisome and long.
and so i think i’ll let these leaves to rest,
and beg a neighbor’s help to pass this test …
penned by: judith t. meskill