The Journey of Leaves

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The Journey of Leaves

Postby ashbow » Tue Oct 19, 2010 12:46 pm

I wrote this a few years ago. It was a windy autumn day and it just got me thinking...

The Journey of Leaves

When the cool autumn wind blows through the trees
And leaves all escape their long captivities
They lift and float in a swirl of confusion
And finally fall in a splendid conclusion
But the fall is the start, not end of their fun
Its all where they land, or what they land on
Some fall down the branches and wedge in a nook
They postpone their dive just to watch and to look
To see where the other leaves do eventually go
And wait for a while and the right wind will blow
Others more daring will chance a strong gale
And glide on the wind like a ship at full sail
They land in the cornfields and in pumpkin patches
Get stuck in rain gutters and on cellar hatches
A seldom few drop on a night with no wind
With no one to watch, and with nary a spin
They land and stay put, close by their old home
Content not to wander, nor venture, nor roam
Some fall with a brilliance of beauty and grace
Like a shower from heaven they scurry and race
Little boys watch as they fall to the ground
Getting visions of piling them all in a mound
They rake and they gather them high up in piles
Then jump up and crash in, all wearing smiles
Throw fistfuls of leaves, that's what they'll do
And dance in a shower of orange and red hue
Some near the river have a choice if they try
To land in the current or aim somewhere dry
If they seek their freedom with a watery ride
They'll float by the rocks and in eddies they'll glide
Will they make the next corner and float to the end
Or get stuck on the banks... caught in a sharp bend
Some sink to the bottom or get snagged by a branch
But the thrill and the ride is worth all the chance
When its all through, and they're wearing with age
Their colors all fade and they've turned the last page
Seems all too soon they get crinkled and crushed
Turn brown and turn crisp, and become dirt and dust
Do they still recall living up high in the trees?
When they once sailed away on a cool autumn breeze

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Re: The Journey of Leaves

Postby shireling » Tue Oct 19, 2010 6:24 pm

Ohhhhhhh...beautiful :), ashbow. I am envious!

I always pitied leaves because they experienced so little and then they died. But you see them taking to the air, and water, and being playthings for children long before they mulch the ground. I'll never think of them the same way again.
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