Love and Leaves

ceceliatan posted a contest for poetry, with love, magic or both. So, here is my sonnet.


Will we go raking all the autumn leaves?
The lawn you love is buried underneath,
Or shall a spell that some enchanter weaves
Bespell them all into a fallen wreath?
The neighbors lawn is cleared and oddly green,
Without a leaf among the many trees.
Yet so maintained it is an eerie scene,
As nothing blows upon the gentle breeze.
Our neighbors have forgotten being young,
The magic of a child in the yard.
Our piles full of dampened leaves have clung,
Until we, holding hands, jump in them hard.
Our autumn is a precious time for fun.
The spell of time with you is never done.

(c) me, 2011/09/18