Leaves of grass; oh, how they blow,
Colorfully spread for someone to mow.
2014! Astoundingly rich in hue,
Orange, yellow, red and even blue.
Autumn or fall whichever you may call it,
A time of harvest and to reflectively sit.
Gathering those fruits of labor from all around,
Moving to the year’s end with a mind, sound.
All pieces of work stacked in a neat stock pile,
Reviewed, proud; giving smiles lasting a mile.
Lynn October 27, 2014