This post’s little ode takes some poetic license. I really can do some of my raking in September (when some dingy leaves fall) and defer much of the rest (to after October). But I cannot entirely avoid October raking. The leaves blown into the garage would be above my ankles, and any dropped bolts or keys might never be seen again.
(BTW, the [Menu] button atop the vertical black bar reveals the widgets.)
The prophet month has come and gone:
July foretold the fall.
Then August did its autumn tease:
sly hints and that was all.
September barked “Start raking leaves!”
I did not hesitate.
October, just around the bend,
was when such chores must wait.
Mellow Curmudgeon 