things carried along

Model for a poem: The wind along the street catches up leaves, bits of paper and other debris.

fallen leaves

When I was raking leaves I started to think about all the poetry books published in the past year.

as leaves

That if Poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.

—John Keats, letter to John Taylor (February 27, 1818)

That if publication comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.