The sky invites
The sycamores to dance.
Bare branches
Bend and sway
Curtsying to one another
In proper fashion.
Meanwhile the leaves have flown.
They turn up around back
Loitering by the steps,
Rabble rousing and wild dancing…
Waiting for the night wind
to whisk them away.
I’m very thankful that the leaves in the country don’t require raking, piling, bagging, and stacking. The night wind just whisks them away…
This is reposted from November three years ago, because, yeah, leaves…
the circle of life 
I wish the wind just blew them away down our way. Makes me not like fall so much anymore!
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Yes. In Pittsburgh the dancing leaves annoyed me no end because it meant no end to the work of dealing with them.
Sent from my iPhone so please excuse spelling errors.
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They are lovely to crunch through when they lie around!
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Yes! (Unless they are wet and soggy like today’s leaves…)
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This is beautiful! 🍁
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Thank you so much! I’m never sure whether to put out my common every day poems. But I did like this one. I’m glad you did too 😍
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I say just put ’em out there!
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I love your poems because they are every day; you find beauty in the ordinary and make us all more aware. Please keep publishing them.
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Thank you so much. I really appreciate it coming from you, because I think you do the same! :-)
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Hi. To tell you the truth, I like raking up leaves and bagging them. I need the exercise!
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Well. Yes. But some exercise is more fun I put raking leaves just one point above mowing the grass…🙄
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