Like Children…

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 N. Brady, Leaves

10 thoughts on “Like Children…

    • I’m glad you like it, Holly. It’s stunning with these strong coloured leaves. They do a wonderful painting 🙂
      All the best,

  1. What a lovely poem you’ve shared, Hanna — and what a gorgeous image you’ve shot to accompany it. Thank you for bringing this moment of beauty all the way across the pond. 🙂

    • Dear Heide. The pleasure is entirely on my side. I found the poem first, and was forced 🙂 to explore for the golden foliage. Luckily I did a walk in a beautiful bog near my house.

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