Monday, March 20, 2023

To Mulch

    To Mulch

    

Late February

in our front hall

I reach for,

touch

the dried leaf

on the wood floor

fully expecting to pluck up

a lovely lacy leaf right before

it floats away.


But that light lacy leaf

about to waft away

rebels- crumbles ... mud

from a boot tread

now dust

on my finger tips.


                                                                                   poem copyright ©2023 Anne Selden Annab

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