The Turning
The leaves that turn are turning
ochre, russet, flame red,
incendiary orange.
A brief colorful season
and then the fall as winds
break the hold the leaves have
and after that the snarl and whine
of the leaf blowers marshaling
the fallen into piles. The bags fill,
the bins of compost heap and warm.
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Author's Note
Seasonal work.
Other stories by Gary Hardaway
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Well timed. Well written.
Thank you, Neil.
Beautiful poem. Yes, from beautiful to the compost heap.
Really nicely done, Gary--now as I look out my kitchen window I see lots of "incendiary orange"!
Thank you , Erika.
Thank you, Ed.
Love these images *
You captured it well!
Thank you, Foster.
Thank you, Kitty.
I love the incendiary orange! *
Thank you, Beate.
You beautifully captured the greatest time of year.
Thank you, Joey.
Lovely imagery, skillfully captured in a beautiful language. *
Thank you, Javed.