The autumn bounty
of leaves falling
like rain on summer’s worn garden
mounting into sturdy bundles
as we rake away this harvest
into recreation for children
bounding into the crisp pillows
scattering with joy
the frazzled bits of foliage
into fresh ground for snow and
©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Image: “Fall Flurries” digital art ©2018 Martha Harris. See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog
snow angel – google image
When leaves fall, do they cry
As they release their grasp
From Mother’s skirt?
Their lives, soaked in sun and fed by rain.
Their Mother, protective,
Her branches, their home.
How does she feel when her bounty loses grip?
Her children, the glory of her color burst,
Their song to us, their poetry.
Now they bed our paths
In crisp wind play and
Reveal sky, gray with snow.
Autumn is Mother’s heart opening,
Before resting and donning her spring garments
For Easter prayer.
Copyright© Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
….an older poem with new art….
Image: Original Digital Art “Autumn Song” ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog