Not autumn by any stretch in these parts
But the leaves are still falling in abundance
And people scoop them into sacks
Push them into piles
And hope that cold winds don’t bite too deeply when they blow

For me
They are insulation and compost
What I need to keep me warm
What I need so that my fields will fruit
And I can eat for the rest of the year

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