Backyard and Leaves

It goes like this, off to
The snow and return.
On the table pomegranates and persimmons,

Remembering walking and kicking the fallen leaves.
The smell and the cold uplifting.
Speeding up I bang the fence with a branch,

On a walk today I look into backyards.
My wife sought out other living rooms
I liked the distance, the long view;
Into chairs, green lawns, and
Empty people views.

 I appreciate each filled lung of
Cold, crisp, clearing air.
Colors seen .