
My love loves
To kick through
Crispy crunchy
Maple leaves
Strewn willy nilly
Upon the ground
Oakie ones
Are okay too
Mixed with
Pixie caps
Atop acorn nuts
Green or nutty brown.
Fall may have
Fallen
But it doesn’t
Get her down.
RWOz2
My love loves
To kick through
Crispy crunchy
Maple leaves
Strewn willy nilly
Upon the ground
Oakie ones
Are okay too
Mixed with
Pixie caps
Atop acorn nuts
Green or nutty brown.
Fall may have
Fallen
But it doesn’t
Get her down.
RWOz2
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