Leaning on the Rake

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 23 Feb 2012
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Autumn leaves are curled-up
edges wrapped in calico colours
waiting for the rasp of tines
as they scrape
across lawn’s waning shade of green.

Footfalls from children
tamp down remaining strains of grass
laughing and wrestling in the last
of summer innocence

adults barbecuing burgers
with friends
inclined to visit
gossiping in every direction.

He muses during a restful watch
breath coming in spasms
of sweat shifting one foot to another
dear one to soon call lunch

one more sweep should complete
morning’s task
and he does with a burst
of finality.

© Richard L. Provencher

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Richard, this was a fun poem to read, with so much going on, the last of summer innocence. Loved the detail of the:- Autumn leaves curled-up edges wrapped in calico colours waiting for the rasp of tines as they scrape across lawn's waning shade of green. Thankyou for sharing this one, really enjoyed. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you so much, Jenny. Although our winter has been fairly mild, I long for the Autumn, with colourful leaves meandering about and the smell of their nostalgic flavour. Cheers, Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by gerardineanne on
Really enjoyed the scene. Thankyou.

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Merci beaucoup, gerardineanne. Ah, the crispness of the Fall. Blessings, Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher