Mountain of Leaves
- Hannah Hemingway
- Oct 15, 2024
- 1 min read

Leaves drift slowly to the ground,
I rake them up, making a tall mound.
Cold air surrounds me,
I breathe deeply, feeling free.
I jump high,
And the leaves fly.
Laying in a bed,
Of brown, yellow, orange, and red.
I am at rest,
In my cozy nest.
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