Leaf ( an acrostic poem)

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Littering trees cluttered the landscape with their refuse.

Every square inch of open ground was cluttered in orange, red, and yellow debris

And as I walk among the naked branches overhead, I wonder who’s going to pick all this up.

Foolish thoughts as I pull out my rake and curse my need for shade in the summer.