In The Garden

Felled autumn leaves  

On wet ground

For rot to work

With welcoming soil

Whilst winds blow

Bringing the rain into it

Tempting wiggle worms

Which will reap

The good nutrients left

And give dark soil

A velvet feel

A rich man’s smell.

For in the gardener  

Awakens a worker

Keen to sow:

And mature seed

Will rise in bloom

And stringed birds

Serenade boon botany

In la primavera

All that is decomposing

Rotting leaves

Their yellow is gold

Their black is carbon

They’ve left behind

Standing skeletons

For kids to climb

For sunshine to reveal

What secret habits

Autumns leave.

 

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