"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
For some of you the snow has begun.
For others of us the air cools and water starts falling from the sky.
On the other side of the world from me flowers are beginning to bloom.
Wherever you are may you day be extra special.
For some of you the snow has begun.
For others of us the air cools and water starts falling from the sky.
On the other side of the world from me flowers are beginning to bloom.
Wherever you are may you day be extra special.
What a wonderful poem you have shared on this Monday morning, Marilyn. And the row of mailboxes is delightful. I really miss those old mailboxes. They were so quaint, giving us our own personal mail. ; )
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~Sheri
What glorious photos -- especially that first one. I want to visit THERE for sure! The poem is perfect too and I also loved the mailboxes. Beautiful in every way!
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