What are you still doing there? All the others are gone, because, by now, by midwinter, the leaves fall, every last leaf.

Expect you.

It's confusing, you know?

I thought you were a finch, a sparrow.

I watched for the tail to fan, maybe a ruffle of

https://www.pennienichols.com/stories-poems/last-leaf/

The Last Leaf https://www.pennienichols.com/stories-poems/last-leaf/

Dear Mom, It's raining today.

Three years ago, you would have called me just to ask, "Is the water hollow up in your yard?"

It is.

And that pop up river is flowing through the field behind my house.

https://www.pennienichols.com/accidental-blogs/its-raining/