Tuesday, November 15, 2011


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."
- Elsie N. Brady, Leaves

Photo © 2011 by A. Roy Hilbinger


  1. Love the poem, the music, the photo--they mirror one another perfectly. Now how about this poem by Thomas Hood:

    by Thomas Hood

    No sun--no moon!
    No morn--no noon!
    No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
    No sky--no earthly view--
    No distance looking blue--

    No road--no street--
    No "t'other side the way"--
    No end to any Row--
    No indications where the Crescents go--

    No top to any steeple--
    No recognitions of familiar people--
    No courtesies for showing 'em--
    No knowing 'em!

    No mail--no post--
    No news from any foreign coast--
    No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--
    No company--no nobility--

    No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
    No comfortable feel in any member--
    No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
    No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,

  2. Beautiful! And our leaf carpet has blown away in the wind!

  3. Lovely. The colours are almost perfect at the moment : the leaves on the ground have acquired that half red, half orange tint that spells Autumn.

  4. Beautiful photo that really captures autumn!