If Autumn Was A Housewife

If Autumn Was A Housewife


She would wring the dark gray clouds like a mop

Into a bucket called the sea

And swirl them around to make waves and ripples to clean the shore


She would turn on her vacuum at full speed

Into the maple tree

Turn it in reverse

And spin the leaves into a funnel


She would freshen the world with apples and pears

Sweetly scented

Wafting Into the breeze


She would fill her paint pail

With swirls of green and red and orange

Splashing everything she sees then trim it all in gold


She would dim her lights

Shorten her days

And soothe her soul with a balm made of rain and edged in glistening frost🍁


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