Buying buying buying
setting out brown mulch
stones set forest pathway
one list lest I forget
Raking raking raking
piles of sallow leaves
spreading forth the grass seeds
the ground at last is fed
sun’s smiling smiling smiling
before days grow short and cold
have I missed my timing
leaf piles already old
Gliding, twirling, rushing
for their fallen end
copper reds and yellows
dart about my head
Nature now is racing
the winner is at hand
blue skies, oak leaves sailing
they’re running out of time
Hold back the cold and barren
furry creature’s job not done
a few more days, be patient
squirrels chase remaining fun
rivulets now are flowing
make a warm dry bed
winter chill is creeping
lay down your sleepy head
colorful motion
leaves race drops to the ground
no time to blink