18 x 30″ Acrylic and ink on canvas
It was not because she fancied a tidy yard that she gathered the gold and auburn leaves. In fact, she often biked them around for days after collecting them – returning home with the same full wagon she had begun with. The bird toted the wagon load because it made her happy. She liked being able to take with her the sound and the color and the smell of the crisp fall gems.
Micah Richardson 
Stunning, buddy! And you are such a fun writer. Poetically speaking, Yard Work is kind of figuratively a bird-esque noun – skeletal, narrow and with the d and k pecking at the finish.
You! I love the imagery you just created. Thanks, my dear.