Leaving the luxury of my lodging I launch out into a leaf labyrinth of color and levels.
Leaf rake in hand I lunge into the fray, with hopes of leaving no leaf left on the lawn.
Most leaves have left the branches where they've lingered; some leaves refuse to leave, continuing to loiter on limbs they've chosen to lolly-gag upon.
But I press on!
And Little by little my lot lessens in leaf liability, less and less the load of leaves looms littler and littler as they leave in leaf bags to the curb.
Then it happens; the last leaf leaves the limb it's lived on the last six months and launches out downward, finishing my labor of today.