This morning
when Paul looked up
after feeding the birds
he noticed
the sky had become
all the fallen leaves
he had ever raked up
and bagged
for city pickup.

The sun shining
through the thin layer
painted everything earthly
with sepia tones
and all was transported
back to the start
of the Victorian Age.

If this sky did not end
Paul figured
Joseph Mallord William Turner’s
popularity as a painter
and watercolorist
would wain
no matter how romantic
his latest subject.

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Geographic Center

As fallen leaves
collected on the ground
Lori refused
to rake them up
before man and rakes
leaves blanketed
the ground
from sea
to shining sea
then she went
on a tangent
about pine needles
in conifer forests
and no leaves
on the vast prairies
that are now corn
and wheat fields
grown in states
that line up
north to south
with Lebanon

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney