In Defense of Leaves
I love the leaves, leave ’em be.
Let them rest where they fall from the tree.
I love the way they smell and sound,
and the way they look all over the ground.
Competing for the lead,
they skip and tumble like children freed,
racing to play at recess.
(Fleeing from the trees, I’d guess)
And the crinkled leaves drift with the breeze,
becoming the road’s accessories.
My silly thoughts make me smile
while driving among them, mile after mile.
They amuse me, and of that I never tire,
so don’t rake and bag ’em, and set them afire.
I love the leaves as far as I can see.
Leave ’em be.