Driveway Tea

The trees have turned their coats
From green to crimson gold.
And soon like careless teens
Will drop them on the floor
And there they will lie
While I them spy
Safe and dry indoors

At this turn of seasons
Deciduous lesions
Steep the seeping rain
Into a spot
Of driveway tea

This cold brew
A fusion of leaf
And rain and dew
A concoction
Sans relief
Leaves a stain
Beyond belief

But for now
I let it be
For I must wait
Till turn of spring
To expunge the dregs
Of driveway tea.

RWOz2

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