Gathering

I don't gather leaves
While the wind is
Still blowing
I quietly step out
Of the center
Let the leaves
Fall as they may
The wind will
Surely stop
I and
My trusty
Rusty old
Rake
Will wait
For the wind to
Settle its temperamental
Meanderings
Gathering more leaves
Than I would
Had I started
While the wind
Was still blowing.