16 September 2008


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.

by Elsie Brady


Madalena said...

I love the poem. I love these leaves. It seems to me that Autumn is coming soon... The days are shorter. The nights are longer. The sun is not so hot. The school is back to us. Kiss

CMP said...

I dont't like short days and long nights!