Autumn Chores

This is a poem written for school. It is modeled on "After Apple-Picking" by Robert Frost

Orange, yellow, red leaves
On the ground,
I herd them towards me,
The rake clawing the grass.

Crisp leaves crunching
Under my feet.
Smell of autumn
In the air.

Lonesome leaves
Cling to bare branches
Russeling in the
Bracing wind.
It numbs my fingers
And reddens my cheeks.

Awaiting steaming
Hot chocolate to meet
My frigid lips.