“First, I took a running leap,
and then, half buried in the heap
that we’d raked up, I lingered, caught
in a cocoon of leaves and thought.”
That is the first stanza of a new poem by Jean L. Kreiling, which I just read on the website of the Plough Publishing Company. The title is “After Helping my Father Rake the Leaves,” and it is rich with images of the season, “hot colors from a chilling world,” and memories of the poet’s father, who “turned his face into the wind” — a metaphor for his inspiring life and attitude.
You can read the whole loving poem on the Plough site.
Gladsome Lights 
Thank you for introducing me to to this!
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This is so evocative. It brings tears.
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Wow! Gorgeous!
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This is a beautiful image!
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Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem. I liked the line: “He must have known what seasons take.” That’s one worth reading over many times.
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