November 26 by J. K. Durick

I left the leaves too long,
too long. Now they beg
for the last rites of Fall –
the mower, the rake, and all.
I’m this new priest for
an ancient ceremony
minus the incantations
and fiery altar.
I left the leaves too long,
too long. It’s like a song,
Fall and all. It’s getting late
The leaves await.

j-k-durick
J. K. Durick is a writing teacher at the Community College of Vermont and an online writing tutor. His recent poems have appeared in Social Justice Poetry, Tuck Magazine, Stanzaic Stylings, Synchronized Chaos, and Haikuniverse.
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One thought on “November 26 by J. K. Durick

  1. I left my leaves for far too long
    And now they clog up every prong
    Of fork and tine of rake
    Oh what a dreadful mess they make.
    I fear they are forever stuck
    In dark December’s gloomy muck.

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