Monday, October 30, 2006

Raking Leaves

Gathering orange, red, and yellow flecks of light,
Bringing into piled abundance the crisp noise of fall,
Hugging the bright blue canopy above to my soul,
Resting the fanned rake against my shoulder,
As I smell the rusty mustiness of it all,
I miss this totally.

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