Raking Leaves
Winter is hitting hard
the decay of life
gathers in piles.
I thought I spent this whole time
building and growing
but now I'm waking from the
Dream? Nightmare?
To see that I buried my heavy heart
let the flora and fauna
recycle it all
Now is the time
while others sleep
I will clean and restore
So when spring is here
I can emerge
brilliant alongside the other beautiful things
Nobody likes a show off
but you better be up to par.