We work together in the crisp air
raking up a pile of leaves
big ole pile
red, gold, orange
colors of the sunset
crunchy, crackly leaves
smell of woodsmoke curling up from the chimney
mugs of hot chocolate waiting on the picnic table
noses a little red from the nippy air
cheeks a little flushed
You laugh as you pick me up
and throw me in
bury me in leaves
I grab you by the back of your knees
drag you down with me
we disappear under the leaves

the hot chocolate grows cold
by the time we remember it

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