What I wouldn't give for a job raking leaves.

The diamond studded frocking
Silvers the aspen branches.
A million bells, organic,
Shatter ……………. underfoot.
Nature, she thinks she’s funny
Covering up hard work.  Only
Proof left is a stuffed scarecrow
……………. on a creaking balcony.

What I wouldn’t give for a job raking leaves.

About sappling

When God created the world, he did it in six days and rested on the seventh. I always wished there was just one more day in the week, an eighth day just for me to pursue the thoughts in my head and translate them to the physical world. There are only seven days, however, so I steal my creative moments in between being a mom and my work binding books and making boxes for clients all over New York City. I love working with my hands, learning new things, and I'm here to share those lessons with you. There are only seven days in a week. Why not eight? Guess I'll ask when I get there.
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