"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”~
Thanks so much for commenting on my photo of the fallen leaves. They are leaving the trees quickly now, and I hope to get some swirling in the air in the wind if I can.