By Tom Baideme
2011
November Ides and leaves are down
Succumbed to all the recent gales
And after a couple recent frosts
Tried to keep a grip but failed
Leafers driving cross the duct
Off to claim the piles from the other side
After all or most have been reclaimed
On the eastern-most end of Main
Lena’s pile sits in wait
For the sucker to do its thing
Removing all the leaves and chaff
From the piles now soaked with rain
Gray trees, gray clouds, at least there’s grass
Most of it devoid of leaves
Now just waiting for its yearly fate
Of being covered in a blanket of white
The chill seems always to close at hand
Now need to don the layered look
Hoods and hats and socks and sweats
Like multi-tasking against the cold
So here I sit in favorite arch
To glean the goings on across the park
A rarity for me of late
Being now in a comfort home.
