Lesser Days

Hands gather beech leaves
cracked yellow on the walk.

Five-point maples fire
in the remains of sun.

Bough of the white pine prays
to wind—needles strewn along the rail.

Rake, sweep, brush, hose.
We make decisions before the rain.

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Seth Rosenbloom writes poetry and consults with companies on leadership and management. His poetry has appeared in CutBank Online, Hawai’i Pacific Review, and The Main Street Rag among other publications. Seth holds a BA in Drama from the University of Washington, and he lives in Seattle.