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)



5 comments:

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.