Orange Cloud

I  look up at the greatest Ash in town
It holds the entire continent in its branches

Leaves the colors of rocks and fire in the desert West

Through those leaves I can hear waves crashing in the Gulf

Somehow, even though it's just Halloween,
it smells like the snow falling back East

Stupid Leaves, Stupid Breeze!

I can rake rake rake
and mow mow mow

but that darned October wind still blows
so every leaf from every tree
from every neighbor, hither and yawn

ends up back in my yard
and back on my lawn!