old leaves (poem)
March 30th, 20102
Old Leaves
by Karen-Maeby McCormick
Like an old book, piled up,
one on top of another.
Crispy edges that break if mishandled.
Old rusty colored, brown…
those yellow pages turn at a crunchy sound.
Turn away the old;
it’s time to face the new.
Make a change in your life -
or, even maybe one or two.
I would, how about you?
Take a broom to sweep the leaves off the porch.
and take a duster to dust off the dust…
Seasons cleaning, changing of the seasons
make anew
for all beginnings.
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