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)
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
November 10, 2011 — 7:25 am