"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.
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."
- Elsie N. Brady, Leaves
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."
- Elsie N. Brady, Leaves
4 comments:
hi gayla!
i love this verse...totally reflective of this lovely time of the year.
thanks for the visit and good luck for the giveaway!
always,
becky
Oooh, this poet said it well. There is something magical about those few days of the year when the leaves take flight.
Becky K
Thanks, I love that..
Maggey
November-
Resting restlessly against sepia oak
Hot apple cider nestled in my hand
Finger Tap~ Tapping against the styrofoam...
I feel the crisp breeze-
Stinging Tingling upon flushed cheeks.
The Crayola colored leaves bustling about
Seeking stability amid gusting swirls.
The mud field sprinkled with solitary grass patches-
Golden Apple hue;
Where once children ran and played
And laughed~
Sounds replaced by alternate gales and wisps.
____
I take it all in...
And I take another apple cider sip.
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