Forever Fall

It doesn’t take that long to sweep what drops
from branches of the eucalyptus tree,
but lately leaf- and bark-fall never stops –
each day a new assortment’s there to see.
Attractive and provocative to me,
enticing tidiness about my home,
I daily gather, and they’re frequently
an inspiration for a homely poem.

(Huitain)

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