You thought you’d get away with it,
brush your issues under the carpet,
bury the bloody hatchet
under leaves soaked in denial.
baggage has a way
of popping up at unexpected ports,
velcro to warm woollen socks,
giving away your egress
with a resounding crunch.
That rake in the corner of your garage
hasn’t seen much use;
it has your name written all over it.
Time to wear off your summer snacking
and take a good hard look at
what lies all over your lawn.
Bag it and tag it,
and the snow will find