The wind
It
Keeps creating
Colorful
Leaf
Scapings
Right beneath
My
Feet
On canvas
Of
Concrete
Composing
Then
Erasing
My
Rake and broom
Outpacing
This little game
We
Play
On
These autumn
Days
Till winter
Comes
To stay
Out of My Write Mind 
Fun & lovely!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Julie.
LikeLike
Lovely leaves, nature’s mandalas!
LikeLiked by 2 people
what a lovely collection of leafscapes, and so well matched with your stanzas
“My
Rake and broom
Outpacing”
LikeLiked by 1 person
Many thanks, Laura.
LikeLike
LOVE this poem! It is so true and blends well with your pictures. Superb!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Many thanks, Leigha.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome.
LikeLiked by 1 person