The Leaves That Were

A lesson I learned this passing foliage season: grab it now as it will not be here tomorrow.  So this year I will concentrate on the pleasure of the fields of leaves instead:

I so enjoy walking in the leaves

I enjoy so much walking in the leaves

So nice, waling in all those leaves

Pretending not to play with them

They make this lovely cruncing noise

Or enjoy the lovely crunchy noise they make

The dry leaves swirl so nicely

Those dry leaves swirl so nicely

You better be careful on those leafy slopes

You better be careful on those leafy slopes

And some of them end up in lovely places

And some of the leaves end up in lovely places

And some of them end up in lovely places

I find the bare trees striking

A  few red things decorating the yellow rug scenery

And we managed to find a few red things still decorating the yellow rug scenery


3 thoughts on “The Leaves That Were

  1. margene

    The leaves on the ground are so enticing. I love walking, kicking, crunching and throwing them…not to mention jumping into big piles. Our condo uses blowers to get rid of them daily. It’s just not right. Thanks for the fun walk!!

  2. Jocelyn

    Oh, yes yes yes! Thank you SO much! I love all of those pictures, but especially the one of you. And I got a lot of vicarious pleasure from imagining the crunch and the smell of those leaves crumbing away under your feet. :)

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