It's Here

In autumn the falling leaves

Run races on the paths,

Tumble  head over heels

And catch against the tufts of grass.

I gather them in a heap

With a stiff brush and rake

Though they are light as feathers

And do their best to escape.

Then I splash right into the heap

And the leaves wash over me

With a long swishing sound

Like a wave of the sea.

~Stanley Cook