I’ve been sitting here for a while wondering what to write about this picture. If I were a poet I’d be able to coax out a line or two, maybe centered around the colors, or the changing season.
Sadly though, I’m not a poet, but I am willing to give it a try.
By Simon Jones
The autumn leaves are on the ground,
They’ll bring forth the leaf blowers,
Those annoying bastards who get up early,
making more noise than lawn mowers.
Hey, if you think you can do better then be my guest!