It's fall again -
leaves falling,
being raked up
and removed in big bags. The ground is barren
where the leaves were.
My life has autumns, seasons when winds blow harshly
and leaves fall off trees. It's a sad time,
but I have to rake
and remove the leaves. Spring -
new buds,
new plans,
new beginnings.
A precious time.
summer -
for play and getting away. But now it's fall -
the cold winds are blowing and loss and dead leaves are in the air.
Dead leaves smell of death.