Why rake when you can watch the leaves fall?
This is a serious question, at the heart of things.
Leaves & pine tags falling, twirling, drifting down are all about light.
They glow. Their multiple surfaces flash light, drag shadows.
Each was a patch in the forest wall sheltering us from the view south across Lake Chickahominy & the winter sun's trudging, flashing, brief daily course.
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