If I wait for just the right day
I don't have to sweep the leaves at all
A northbound wind piles them up
Conveniently against the wall
Where I can gather them in bags
And haul them to the alley waste
I just have to wait and watch
For the last yellow leaf to fall
And fill the yard with a peace
Only December can know
And then just wait some more
For the cold wind to blow
The breath that breathes us all
And the birth that brings release
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