When frosty wind blew not so strong,
It took the leaves in graceful glide.
They lingered just a bit too long,
Like they were hoping we forgot.
Though raking them was quite a drag,
I missed them waving from the trees.
But then, I thought, November sun
Has more of Mother Earth to see.
I picked one up, so big and bright;
It told me: “Don’t cry over me.
I will be back with all my pals,
I’ll come next year, I guarantee”.
Relieved a bit and quite surprised,
Kept raking them without much fun.
When I looked up there was the prize…
They did unveil November sun.
© 2013 Josephine Lake
