11/02/2010

The Last Autumn Leaves

In autumn when the trees are brown
The little leaves come tumbling down
They do not make the slightest sound
But lie so quietly on the ground
Until the wind comes puffing by
And blows them off towards the sky.
(Fall poem by John Muir)

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3 comments:

withoutwordswouldyouknow said...

nature's design.
leaf skeletons.
made undying by you.

*

anita celic cella said...

:))

Vjeran said...

lovely as you are