Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Come Little Leaves

"Come, little leaves,"
Said the wind one day,
"Come over the meadows
With me, and play;
Put on your dresses
Of red and gold;
Summer is gone,
And the days grow cold."

Soon as the leaves
Heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering,
One and all;
Over the meadows
They danced and flew,
Singing the soft
Little songs they knew.

Dancing and flying
The little leaves went;
Winter had called them
And they were content-
Soon fast asleep
In their earthy beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle
Over their heads.

American poet George Cooper (1838–1927)


Hopemore Studio said...

Marie, We were house hunting over the weekend. While standing in the backyard of one home we toured, a gentle wind blew, the leaves started to fall and dance around. I just stood and enjoyed the moment. The poem you choose brought that same peaceful feeling back again.
Happy Fall!

LDH said...

Such a sweet picture! This cute poem caught the attention of both of us :)

Sweet Annabelle said...

Love it

Ann said...

love the poem and such a sweet picture to go with it.

Shelley said...

So sweet....love it...blessings dear Marie...I am getting a little package gathered up to send to you...I will get it mailed hopefully in a few days.