Raking Up Leaves on an Autumn Evening
With Apologies to
Whose leaves these are I think I know.
The tree is not my yard though.
It seems all wrong to yell and hiss
To treat the leaves as if a foe.
My little dogs are full of fear
For they can hardly walk in here.
The crunch and crackle frightens them.
They do not like this time of year.
My husband fumes and stomps his feet.
It seems he can’t admit defeat.
Leaves cover up his perfect path,
Swirl and fall and then repeat.
The leaves are yellow, brown, and deep.
So I will rake without a peep,
With leaves to rake before I sleep,
With leaves to rake before I sleep.
I am joining our hostess Susan at A Southern Daydreamer for Outdoor Wednesday. Please join her here for more outdoor fun. Robert Frost has long been my favorite poet. If you would like to read his poem “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, click here. I hope you will come back on Thursday for my 100th post, an invitation, and a giveaway!