[NicknamedBob]

Leaves

They’re piled up in the corners.
They’re matted in the yard.
I don’t remember having trees,
Has ever been this hard.

A hint of woodsmoke in the air,
The acrid, musty smell.
Just gather leaves up in a pile,
And spread the ashes well.

Now that they have protectors,
They dump on us with glee.
I’ve never had a poem do,
What trees have done to me.

They pepper me with acorns,
Or crash a mighty limb.
But worst of all to deal with,
Is the assault of ... THEM!

A million scuttling soldiers,
In khaki, to blend in,
They gather in the darkness,
And move out with the wind.

They hide the pretty flowers,
And cover up the grasses,
I’d like to light a fire or two,
And fix their little ... ashes.

Instead, we haul them all away,
Recycled, as they say.
I think they make their breakouts and,
Come back another day.

There seem to be so many more,
Than there once used to be.
Instead of burying, let’s cremate them,
And set their spirits free.

The trees now lord it over us,
That used to live in fear.
I guess I’ve learned the truth of this,
“Rake more than once a year.”

NicknamedBob . . . . . April 3, 2004
© 2004

[LadyX]

A most excellent offering, NicknamedBob..:))

Autumn in this part of South Carolina is slow to arrive, and with less drama.
Nonetheless, more than a month ago, leaves from our first tree to burst forth with 'spring-leafy-green' in March became tired of her garb, and steadily releases the now shabby dried leaves.

With dry conditions the past month, our mighty pecan trees prematurely plop nuts all over, and winds steadily prune their weak limbs.

Our glory comes when the dogwood trees take their turn, ablaze with beauty!

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"We're mooving toward Autumn,Bob!"

[WVNan]

Another keeper Bob. I'm always just BLOWN AWAY by your poems.

[Mama_Bear]

Good morning, NnB. Another great and timely poetic offering. Thank you for sharing your talent with us.