FauxPoWriMo # 5
Saturday's poem was written while sitting outside at my friend Lindsay's house during our annual "Joss Because we Love Whedon" party. So, dressed as BAD HORSE from "Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog", in the midst of fallen leaves, I penned this piece.
One Rake Against the Tree
Clover peeks through an orange Fall,
Sparking dreams of piled leaves,
Leaps that precede laughter,
And scratches that follow.
He always waited with the ointment,
Ready (and happy) to fix it all.
Then there were the smiles,
And the "I love you Daddy"s he heard so little in the Falls to come.
When the clover peeks
And the good dreams speak,
He smiles, raking alone.