• autumn leaves

    by  • November 9, 2008 • Uncategorized • 2 Comments

    When I got to the front yard, my neighbor had
    just finished raking the leaves. Our property line
    was well delineated: no leaves on his lawn,
    leaves on mine. He has chosen to participate in
    fall’s festival of futility in ways I have not. I’m
    waiting for a good stiff breeze to blow them
    all down the block to belong to someone else.

    The leaves are more singular in their task than I;
    all they have to do at this point is let go and fall.
    I have to — well, I won’t bore you with my to dos —
    let’s just say I already have enough futile flailings
    to attend that I don’t need to add raking to my list.
    And so my yard is full of leaves — let me be clear —
    not because I didn’t have time to rake, or I didn’t
    buy a rake, or I had planned to rake and was kept
    from my task by some circumstantial emergency.

    I’ve chosen to let my lawn be a sanctuary for the
    fallen, a place for leaves to land and stay for as
    long as they like. If I do gather them at all, it
    will be to make a big pile for the purpose of
    doing my best Snoopy impression, shuffling
    through the stack, my head kicked back in glee,
    until all the leaves are scattered once more
    across the yard. Then I will wave to my
    neighbor as he rakes, and go inside, grateful.

    Peace,
    Milton

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    2 Responses to autumn leaves

    1. November 9, 2008 at 9:16 pm

      it is the simple things….. and after talking about JT’s “Covers”, his most famous songs is a cover of a Carole King song (“You’ve Got A Freind”) …. and Carole penned a great song called “Simple Things” on an album by the same name. Wish I could find it on CD. I think it was her first album that didn’t go gold…. Here it is:

      Simple things mean a lot to me
      Some things only children can see
      Simple things like horses running free
      And easy acceptance of life

      Simple things never compromise
      All things have a rhythm I can’t realize
      I feel content in my freedom
      And I feel my freedom is right

      I never want to stop being a child
      I want to see the flowers growing wild on the hillside
      To see the sun rise in the morning
      Sunlight growing, filling the skies

      Simple things of the earth don’t die
      They just grow and change as time goes by
      There are no questions without answers
      I’ve found my answer to life is living
      The secret of living is life

      Milton, you have found the secret! Thanks for sharing!

    2. November 10, 2008 at 3:51 am

      Hey — we did that song in one of our Sing acts. I remember it.

      Peace,
      Milton

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