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.
That’s wonderful! I grew up in Southern California where we didn’t have “fall.” I feel as though I had a deprived childhood: no leaves to jump in.
I’m sorry! That’s so sad. They are rather delightful. 🙂
I enjoyed your poem…made me smile.
I love the leaves too!
Love to hear it!
We grind and use them for mulch. Or we rake them for kiddos to jump into.
I think they’d rather be put to some use, than just moldering and killing the grass? 😉
It was just for fun. I grind them in my little front yard garden and use for mulch, too.
I LOVE leaves! Our trees are finally getting big enough to provide us with these beautifully colored gems! Then we mow them up and use them as compost in our garden!
We’re having a very warm Fall so it hasn’t been the best year for colored leaves, but its still beautiful.
Love your poem and I agree! I do bag a few for the express purpose of dumping them in the chicken coop occasionally throughout the year. They get such joy scratching and finding bugs.
Oh, thank you! I don’t consider myself a poet, but I think it’s fun to dabble occasionally. I hadn’t thought to do that with them. I shred some and use them as mulch in my gardens. It’s really tongue in cheek. We don’t rake or burn all of them, but some we do.