Rake Season, poetry by Lisa H. Owens at Spillwords.com
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Rake Season

Rake Season

written by: Lisa H. Owens



Green leaves transform into an explosion of color.
Autumn’s rainbows slowly fade—
drying, withering, blowing in the wind.

Dropping. Floating on a gentle breeze
toward upturned faces.
Windburned cheeks with Cheshire smiles

twirling into piles of crispy leaves.
Leaves, serving a purpose.
A soft place to land.



The author enjoys the fall season so much, she named her daughter Autumn.

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