In fall all of my leaves
hold on to their branch,
but pieces of my house
fall around my ranch.
The cold autumnal wind
blows shutters off my walls.
A shingle from the roof
dances as it falls.
The siding on my house
curls into tumbleweeds.
The window in the den
sprouts a dozen seeds.
I’ll miss my old bedroom
and my front porch swing,
but everything is fine:
it all re-grows in spring!
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