Raking Leaves in Autumn

Raking Leaves in Autumn


Imagine raking leaves in autumn
ino nice neat piles,
sorted by color or  tree.
Imagine leaving those piles in the yard,
for later.

You know what would happen:
         The wind would blow,
         The leaves would scatter, 
         More leaves would fall. 
         No more neatly sorted piles.

That's what it's like  when
      my mother tries to take over the job
          of managing the household paperwork
                from my brain-ravaged father, a retired accountant.

He used to be the raker,
Now he is the wind.