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.
~ Elsie Brady
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3 comments:
That is a beautiful poem! Thanks for sharing. :)
Won't be fall leaves here for another month or so. Fall is gorgeous in the Treasure Valley.
Dad Friday
That is a lovely poem...it would be a great one to teach my girls.
I agree that K seems to have impeccable taste - I see that U2 and the Newsboys head up your music list. ;)
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