My Front Lawn Puzzle
Rustle, crumple, scuttle, and crunch-
my leaves are piled up high in a bunch.
The wind it tosses, sends heaps and it whirls
the withered leaves around my feet, they curl.
The leaves they dance, drift, shrink, and spill,
the rattling rake corrals them all-still;
pushed this away and pulled, way off on the side,
I did drive them down deep in an effort to hide--
but mountain wind and upward air
have let them loose and I’m unaware
of the conspiracy
of my lawn-ward leaves
to pile themselves high,
right up to my sleeves.
I hear myself heave out a sigh,
as I spy them there-now, about nine to ten feet high.
What once was swept is now, not clean.
These rustling leaves are spiteful-mean.
Yet, I love the fall and how it toils and it plays
with piles of leaves for weeks and for days.
Their crazy colors so delight my soul
that I long to knit them all up in a bow
and fashion a chain to ’round and then down go,
alternating with color of a most fiery glow.
Red--autumn’s most ostentatious color,
anointing us with her ‘pop’ and ‘zing,’
she can sure sing of a rockin’ autumn—she’s won the prize.
Folks, she’s cut all others right down to their size.
And the overhead gala, a leafy canopy of fun—
it makes all my senses just get up and run.
Sugary yellow, orange, green and brown-
all glittering jewels
in Boone’s forest crown.
They are lazy,
crazy, psychedelic leaves
all piling up and even tugging
my sleeve, yet somehow
strewn , splattered and now spread--
a heaping mosaic that plays with my head.
My front lawn puzzle of painted leaf-gem,
I will rework and then work you again.
I like that ostentatious red the most! Nice post, lg. :)ReplyDelete
wow,love the fall's color... brilliant!ReplyDelete