Fallen leaves

aspire to be

the leaves on the trees turning from yellow to brown

with a stiff wind soon on the ground 

rustling, rustling,

a pile of leaves so neatly collected 

beckoning me so they're not neglected 

rustling,rustling 

i jump I jump so gleefully 

in a daze of joy so peacefully 

to which I must admit this practice I adore 

now the leaves askew and beckoning no more

until next year my beautiful foes 

rustling, rustling as the wind blows

      s. willmore

  • Author: Aspire to be (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 1st, 2017 11:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: Should I or shouldn't I jump in a pile of leaves, Against my better judgment I think I will
  • Category: Nature
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  • Tony36

    Good for its. Great write



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