In early December
November’s leaves still adorn
The woodland lawn.
Man’s pattern is made
In light and shade.
But the gardener’s rake
Rakes all leaves.
In early December
November’s leaves still adorn
The woodland lawn.
Man’s pattern is made
In light and shade.
But the gardener’s rake
Rakes all leaves.
A thought-provoking ending to this poem.
Thank you, Liz. Looking at this again in the light of morning, I am torn as to whether the final line should read, “leaves no leaves”, rather than “rakes all leaves”. I shall think on that.
You’re welcome, Kevin. I’ll be interested in what you decide.
Thanks, Liz. On reflection I have decided to leave the poem as originally drafted. Kevin
You’re welcome, Kevin. I think that’s a wise choice.
Thanks, Liz. I think the use of the word “leaves” twice, in the last line just doesn’t look (or sound) right. I’m pleased you agree with my decision. Best wishes. Kevin
You’re welcome, Kevin.
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Many thanks for sharing my poem, Michael. Kevin