Fall

Can't sleep. Too many leaves piling up making a mess of me. Wish I could shake my head like a tree and watch them flutter to the ground. Even if I had to rake them up again just to jump and frolic triumphantly for being rid of them. Maybe then the wind could carry them off to become part of the world again and the sound of them tumbling down the street would send me softly back to sleep. Where I belong in the first place...if it weren't for all these leaves.