As i wound  my way
down into the
little village of Waiohinu
 

the wind blew so strong
the trees bent wildly
their leaves falling high
into a blue sky

a man silently
and slowly raked
under the storm
 
 

It reminded me of
my love life

the leaves of my romance
swirling out of control

and through it all
i calmly, and steadily
keep raking

as though there was hope
as though someday
the storm would end
and all would
fall into place
 
 
 
 

joyce