Raking leaves with Friends

—hope it brings a smile to you on this Monday morning

Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash

                  Raking Leaves with Friends

Raking leaves under Maple her
low hanging branches— bare. 
She remarks, “Thank you for raking, 
those lousy leaf blowers are distressing.”
I nod, delighted to be with Maple.  

Wild geese call “pay attention, pay attention”. 
Mary Oliver chimes in— “this is our endless
and proper work.” I study the ground, 
a woolly bear curled up, “please don’t rake me.” 
I scoop him up—place him under 
grandma in the bushes. I love this work. 

I return to Maple. My rake leaning up against her trunk, 
daddy long legs climbing up. Hello there, my long-legged 
friend. She smiles at me, “what a great pile to jump in—
I’ll watch from up here”. Maple chimes in “I love when children 
play with me—their laughter makes my day”.  
I turn to the children—Maple is ready 
and you have an audience.