That fatigue of an active brain’s imagination and a body’s physicality bagging and raking leaves through gnarled and tangled two colored vines with lovely lavender flowers coming soon!

 The bramble of sticks and stones and leaves 

And vines fighting back so fierce just now

Against the steel thin shapes that form a

Rake and wanting not to give in, much

Like a human rake trying to have his way

With the fairer sex and she not taking

Any of his bait! It was a struggle and I

Only got one black bag stuffed with all

This cover of winter and fall fallen over

Time in quite the mat of tangle and so

Thick this floor canopy covering all spring’s

Buds so wanting to grow and burst forward

At sun’s invitation of warmth so generous,

So early, too early some would say, the day-

Fodil’s such splendid yellows and white on

Thin green delicate swaying stems, and me

Now resting before later to walk our dog

And maybe bag another batch of fallen

Winter and fall from trees so grand oh so!