Heart Full of Leaves

A heart full of leaves - poem - Aaron Blakeley - Gideon in leaves

I do no rake my yard

I do not mow it

My wife loves a clean kept place, but my heart longs for nature to take

all that order we people produce

and dash it with attrition and careful vines

that reach and

stretch and

crush and

nash and

mince and

rot and

grow and

change and

mature and



With my heart full of leaves and light peeking through trees

and a mind focused on the source of all these wonderful vistas

and the beauty of a wife who’s nature is lovely

So I will pay to have the lawn kept clean.

A heart full of leaves - Poem Aaron Blakeley - Aaron Blakeley in leaves.

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