Summer came to an end
How do I know? Here comes the wind.
All the leaves are falling down...
Rain, silver and clean comes calling.
I can see the branches
Twist and bend.
I am just a leaf
And I shouldn't mind...
But once off my tree
It's so hard to find...
Somewhere else to call my home...
I feel so alone...
Guess I can just go and rest
By the great mountain of stone.
Autumn is my favorite time of year
Because I am admired and I turn to gold.
And since summer's so hot and I dry up fast,
I prefer the cold.
I love the rain as it patters upon my tree,
And when the wind uproots me
I sail free!
I can roll along the meadows
Or slip down along the street,
Stay around long enough
To hear the autumn rain's beat.
What becomes of me
At autumn's untimely end?
I fly away, fly away
Awhirl in autumn's wind!
I liked your thoughts about leafs in your poem. However, don’t you think that the leaf is happiest in summer when they are bright and green? Your pumpkin poem was fun to read too.
Hi Penni....your personification of a leaf is dear to my heart as I too appreciate how special they are. Not only do they come from the great tree, but they are a symbol of change. Nicely done! :)
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I love writing about nature and reading your "I Am But A Leaf" was a delight. Thank you for sharing such sad, yet joyful images.
Denise
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Lisa
Awhirl in autumn's wind!"
What an absolutely elegant, yet playful, passage, Penni!! By the end of your piece, I was a leaf, also... Awhirl in autumn's wind. :)