I remind myself it’s still autumn
The leaves piled against the fence
and in the driveway
should be reminder enough.
between this damned hill-of-a-yard
and my total lack of energy.
Meanwhile, I wait for answers
from my doctor. Maybe he’ll rake my leaves.
I could say the same thing
next month, for all the snow we get
here in January. But it’s December.
The tree is decorated, and some of those leaves
just blew into the neighbor’s yard.
I guess I’ll have to listen to
his leaf blower. Again.
The seasons just roll
one into another.
I need to remind myself
I’m still in my autumn.
I haven’t reached my winter.
Call this stream of consciousness.