Fall Leaves Fall

Fall leaves
gently fall
to the damp grassy earth
in my mother's backyard
covering the ground
in a blanket of
autumn color;
Like the golden yellow
of a golden delicious apple,
the green of a Granny Smith,
the deep orange of
a baked sweet potato
and pomegranate red.
I slip on
an old pair of
garden gloves and
grab the rake
to make piles and
piles of soft leafy mounds
soon to be bagged and
trucked away.
The task is not unpleasant
on this cool November day
I move and breathe
in the change of season
happening all around me
and am reminded of
pilgrims and pumpkins
and Thanksgiving Day