Photo Op 11: Leaves

Leaves by Elsie N. Brady

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.

Comments

[Kathy W]

This is a beautiful poem that I want to copy and put in my files to share for the poetry unit that I do with my classroom (elementary). Thanks for bringing it to my attention, and wonderful photo, btw.