Autumn Harvest

Breezy sat on the front porch sipping a warm mug of coffee.

Leaves were floating through his front yard, like a snowstorm on Mars.

He cleared his throat and stood up, setting the coffee mug on the porch rail.

A deep sigh. He looked at the yard.

His boots clapped down the wooden steps, into a mush of grass and fallen leaves.

He thought about raking up the leaves. Pushing them into a pile and stuffing them into bags.

Instead, he politely asked them to get off his lawn.

 

 

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