Autumn

 Autumn ... pumpkins ... hot cider ... and leaves, maple, oak they fall, they fall then the leaves are raked into the street and raked into the street and burned in the street in front of the house at 3804 Thomas Ave So

No longer being burned in the street in Minneapolis but rather raked and piled up, and raked and piled up for the then littlest, only child at the time to jump into at the house in Minneapolis
6025 4th Ave So

No longer being raked up in Minneapolis but rather being raked up in Maple Grove and the littlest only girl, now the oldest is joined by the younger sister and brother and they rake and they pile and they throw the leaves in each other's hair all the while the mom watches from the deck at the house off Sunnyslope Drive

Then finally the dad and mom come help in Plymouth after the now older children all five from the littlest to the oldest rake the leaves and throw the leaves to bag the leaves, and bag the leaves and bag the leaves will the job ever end? after the trees shed their leaves and shed their leaves only to bag the final bags of leaves. 

The bags are then dragged by the children to be put around the house to keep the cold of winter out at the house on Nathan Lane


This was the piece I wrote at an Explore Spoken Word night at New Hope Church