Leaves

Leaves

Leaves upon the lawn,

Lifted,

Blown,

Out into the woods,

To points unknown,

Creek beds,

Crooks and crevices,

Some thrown here and there,

By squirrels trying to hide their winter treasures,

Some red,

Some orange,

Some yellow,

End of a season,

Fall and harvest,

Holidays,

Cornucopia,

It is a precious time,

I miss my parents,

But, I have my children,

Like leaves,

We need to enjoy,

We need to see, and savor,

Each one floating,

Each one billowed,

Each one twirled and tossed,

When it rests,

We need to remember,

The joy,

It leaves!

Peter Lowell Paulson

November 12, 2014