Because a change of season is good reason to let the breeze in.
The clock is shifting. Months unwind.
It’s time to leave the rest behind.
The snuffs that emanate from stuff
Must be removed. I’ve had enough.
In flowing force, I fill four crates
With fashions from my shifting weights.
I slide the boxes to the stairs.
Continuation? No one cares.
The rhythm of the season calls.
It’s nearly time to deck the halls.
No pressure but my urge to sort;
Decluttering’s Olympic sport.
Throw up the windows; catch a gust.
Arrange the knick-knacks. Kick up dust.
The vacuum sings its favorite keen.
C’mon, who says a whistle’s clean?
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson
This poem was posted in response to these prompts:
31 Days of Poetry and Writing: Write about a home you left behind. (13)
31 Writing Prompts: What is your favorite thing to do in the fall and why? (13)
OctPoWriMo: “flowing” – with “slide,” “emanate,” “continuation,” “pressure,” and “rhythm”
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31 Days logo – created by this user,
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