November 15, 2011- Small Stones
scattered connections by Teri H Hoover`
Walking through drizzle, I see her.
She stands looking puzzled
on her porch.
She waves me toward her.
She wants to pet my dog.
I approach,
admiring the magnificent red carpet of freshly fallen leaves.
She pets my dog, warily keeping one eye on all those leaves.
"It's never done this before."
Bewildered I look again at the tree standing in the rain.
Maybe she saw something else.
She stands looking puzzled
on her porch.
She waves me toward her.
She wants to pet my dog.
I approach,
admiring the magnificent red carpet of freshly fallen leaves.
She pets my dog, warily keeping one eye on all those leaves.
"It's never done this before."
Bewildered I look again at the tree standing in the rain.
Maybe she saw something else.
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Blacksburg, Va- Nov 15 2011
Afterword:
I spoke with the elderly woman's daughter the next day.
She said her mother will fret until all those leaves are picked up.
Afterword:
I spoke with the elderly woman's daughter the next day.
She said her mother will fret until all those leaves are picked up.
