Leaving the Leaves

Summer slips slowly to yellows and reds.

Chokecherry trees scatter purple goodbyes.

Aspen leaves wither and crunch underfoot.

Mornings I find fallen leaves on the walkway.

Clouds cry cold tears that the season is changing.

I fall in love with my sweaters again.

Rakes replace hoses as flowers depart.

I’ll leave the leaves in a pile for now.

Chill winds will blow them to my neighbors’ yards.

inspired by:

https://skepticskaddish.com/2024/09/11/w3-prompt-124-weave-written-weekly/

published in Substack:

https://open.substack.com/pub/nolcha/p/leaving-the-leaves?r=xwogn&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true