Writing on the Wall #31

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 N. Brady, Leaves

 

(Image by Becca Stadtlander)

One thought on “Writing on the Wall #31

  1. Anonymous

    And when the snow begins to fall
    The children hide beneath it all
    Compact and wet, all winter days
    They rest beneath and think of ways

    To make the ground beneath them dark
    With humus rich; the leaves do spark
    A bulb’s new life when Spring doth shine
    Upon the garden and the vine

    The leaf that was upon the tree
    Is now the earth; I plant in thee
    And on the tree the buds doth bloom
    Spring once again, no Winter’s gloom

    Loved the POEM….it inspired me to continue it full circle back to Spring!!!
    Happy ART SHOW!!! xo Joann

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