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"
3 comments:
The leaves are so pretty in Cookeville! I've been disappointed in the leaves here :( Beautiful pictures! Picture 2 and 3 are my faves :)
Really great pictures, and I love the poem!
WOW!!! Pretty!!!
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