Deciduousness Deciduousness My wish is not for untold wealth (so’s to live a life of ease); Though I could do with better health---(the absence of disease). My want for now, is close at hand—involves last seasons shade; I long to see my green grass green—no brown-ness over laid. I’ve raked; I’ve swept; I’ve mulched; I’ve mowed, and carted them away; But since they’re all related—more immigrate--and stay. They whirl in unseen eddies and get beneath the door; Don’t wait for introductions to make it to my floor. Today again, I fought the fight and braved the west wind’s chill, Sought hard to get their up-wind source and grind it down to nil. But even as I view my gains and sense it time to stop. New reserves tumble into view—(they’re from my neighbor’s crop). Winter’s snow is now forecast-- and though I’ve done my best; The objects of my efforts--- well know I flunked the test. What really is a bummer --- I will never feel bereft, It will be next summer ere last summer’s leaves have left. Bill Woodall