Nov
18
Red Leaf (feedback)
Finding shade from the evening sun.
The day was long but the work is done.
I rest my back against the tree,
Sweet relief washing over me.
My feet are blistered.
My hands are raw.
My knuckles ache From gripping the saw.
Summer days are filled with heat,
Tempered by the Sun’s retreat.
I lean my head against the wood,
And in a joke only nature could,
A red leaf
Drifts into my lap,
And I shiver.
