Raking leaves in November

Kenneth Leong
Nov 6 · 1 min read

Grey November afternoon.
Very late for raking leaves.
Used to be a family affair,
with children running in the yard,
making mischief.
Now, it is a one-man job.
The autumn leaves
still smell fragrant.
The crisp cold air
still pleasing to breathe.
Toiling away, I seem to hear
the voice of late wife,
yelling at us,
barking orders.
Oh, how I used to hate this job.
Yard work is so exhausting.
Why is it that
even bad old days
seem so lovely now?

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Kenneth Leong

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Published author, Zen teacher, professor, scientist, philosopher, social commentator, socially-engaged human

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