LEAVES by elsie brady
How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow.
2 comments:
I missed the turning of the leaves...i love fall too. about time to bundle up and break out some scarves! xo
hi abby. i found you by way of christine's last post and i loved what you had to say... community and creaitive connections are what i am all about, an i have spent many years navigating the blogworld and the crazyinspiring culture here. just wanted to connect with you and cheer you on! beautiful photos. hugs.
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