I woke up early yesterday. The lawn needed raking before the final mow, so I got up and raked. I could hear the birds singing in the cool air, and raking felt good. I much prefer it to the din of leaf blowers.
Leaves falling into the Black River
Later in the day we walked in the woods to the south of us. Rain was expected in the evening and Friday, so we thought Thursday might be the last day to see good color before rain brings the leaves down.
I found an old poem that I'm working on and will share here... I haven't thought about a title yet.
A lone leaf
Whirlwinds
Past my window
Too late
For the main event
The branches bare
The streets
Already hoovered
© Karen Eastlund
It's a beautiful time of year... I hope you are enjoying it wherever you are. My best to you.
It's Poetry Friday, of course. This week is hosted by the famous Matt Forrest Esenwine at Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme. Thanks for hosting, Matt!
