Monday, November 3, 2014

Come Little Leaves

Beautiful photo by Lucia de la Luna, Astorga (León)
"Come, little leaves,"
Said the wind one day.
"Come down to the meadow
And we shall play.
Put on your dresses
Of red and gold
For summer is past
And the days grow cold."

Dancing and leaping
The leaves went along,
Until winter called them
To end their sweet song.
Soon, fast asleep
In their earthy beds,
The snow lay a coverlet
Over their heads.

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