raking with the breezes
as long as it pleases
just a patch with no boundaries or limits set
maybe from that rose bush
newly decked in its spring green or
from where the grass begins its brown
Raking is fun with lots of company,
wild onions clumping all around,
the daffodil hugging the Maple tree,
waving its hands excitedly,
a neighbor’s cat huddled by the edge of the hedge contentedly,
the happy bird somewhere in the tree,
the tendrils of ivy crawling out and playing tag with me.
Raking is fun,
freeing violet blooms from winter’s blanket,
gathering rows of grass, twigs, and leaves
and all of autumn’s leftovers,
scooping them up and letting them sift and
drift into the bin,
crunching them down, crunching them down
into the big recycling bin.
The neighbors passing by might wonder why
What’s with the patch?
not knowing what fun ranking can be
in the sun with breezes while it pleases.
With the rake hanging on its peg,
finally laid to rest,
the breezes some day will welcome me
free from all boundaries
and we will play again.
This a lovely poem. It seems to me to be a portrait of natural grace and freedom. A celebration of comfortable context devoid of ambition or judgment and what a beautiful day!
I don't know if you're happy or frustrated by raking leaves. Happy to be outdoors with the sun and breezes. Frustrated because of ivy tendrils, cat by the hedge, flower by the tree...all the little things which can hamper a good rake. So can breezes! But, all that aside, this is just like it really is. You've poemed raking. Not everyone can do that! And Great that you did! ! ! xxElysabeth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice to find the joy in simple things. Loved your descriptions of the scenery in this poem. Good job. Sincerely, Connie Webb