these leaves

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAa desire to blow leaves
awakens thee slumber
last three of four days,
we rise, and then wonder

gaseous fumes float,
over thy fence
an agitating buzz
breaks sweet silence

cannot the wind
delicate, yet stout
blow these leaves,
and toss them about?

Yes, I’m writing about leaf blowers… But it was either this, or call the City and complain that they are landscaping too early in the morning. Today, I chose poetry as my release…

Jennifer A. Fifield

Image: Photo taken by Jennifer Fifield


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