raking with the breezes
as long as it pleases
just a patch with no boundaries or limits set
maybe from that rose bush
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This a lovely poem. It seems to me to be a portrait of natural grace and freedom. A celebration of comfortable context devoid of ambition or judgment and what a beautiful day!
I don't know if you're happy or frustrated by raking leaves. Happy to be outdoors with the sun and breezes. Frustrated because of ivy tendrils, cat by the hedge, flower by the tree...all the little things which can hamper a good rake. So can breezes! But, all that aside, this is just like it really is. You've poemed raking. Not everyone can do that! And Great that you did! ! ! xxElysabeth
Nice to find the joy in simple things. Loved your descriptions of the scenery in this poem. Good job. Sincerely, Connie Webb