Winter's Reminder

I go outside to listen
To the morning birds sing

But they can't be heard above
the din and whine of power motors
improving the suburban landscape around me.

Pale land owners blink
inside glowing cubes
Tapping away the days

While brown men
Carve, and clip, and blow about
the leaves with cacophonous inefficiency

Hiding the rot from dewy eyes - unprepared for winter's reminder.

Where have all the rakes gone?

Combing the yards of yesteryear
into fluffy piles of detritus
For children to jump in
and play, and toss about.

Somewhere out East
I imagine

Where time moves like treacle
And there's nothing better to do
than lean against the barn
and listen to the birds sing

As you watch the leaves fall
and feel the air around your neck
nipping colder..