The wind is blowing
The neighbor’s leaves are caught up
They fall in my yard
Typical.
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Surely you don’t rake the leaves.
get after them with a mulching mower. If they’re still “greenish” let ‘em dry out a bit first.
Did that already.
Now I have to run again.
Neighbor’s leaves and mine.
Haha… Great poem in post, great in comment
Post: Haiku
Comment: Haiku
And well done on the subject. I’m impressed!
I have set the stage.
No turning back for me now.
How could I stop it?