Last Year’s Leaves

Last year’s leaves lay in waiting

covering the garden beds.

Spring’s hopefulness nudged me 

to tend to the beauty 

trying to be born 

in the garden beds by the front door.

Be careful not to kill the fresh sprouts,

I heard a voice inside say.

They need a chance to live.

I’m here to clear away the old, I responded, so light can feed new growth.

Ah, said the voice.

Carry on.

Carry on.


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