Autumn leaves …
Autumn leaves on a Sunday afternoon
Lay scattered upon my parlour floor
Colors of gold, brown, and maroon
And delightful shapes galore
With my large basket on my arm
And my camera in my hand
A stroll I took in sun so warm
Around this beautiful land
I gathered the leaves from the ground
And placed in the basket with care
Came inside and scattered them around
Upon my carpet here and there
So lovely they look upon the floor
A touch of Autumn for me to enjoy
I think I will go and gather more
It reminds me of my girl and boy
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I wrote this poem and memory about two years ago on a gorgeous autumn day. The beautiful pictures I
took are lost, but the memories are vivid.
I love Autumn, the lovely colors and crispiness of the leaves as I walk along the path. The fragrance of
Autumn is like no other season. I was sitting on my patio, watching the squirrels eat as I tossed
peanuts to them, and a lovely little leave floated over the railing and landed by my feet. I picked it
up and admired the beauty of it. Then I remembered how fun it was when my kids were young and
we raked the leaves into a big pile then jumped in them. The kids would roll in the crispy leaves and
beg me to cover them up so they could jump out and throw the leaves up in the air. Then we would
rake them up again. This kept all three of us entertained for at least an hour.
One day my son wanted to take the beautiful autumn leaves inside and put them on his bed when he
took a nap, so he could smell them as he dozed off to sleep. I was a good housekeeper, however, I never
did mind the funny little things my kids enjoyed. If sleeping with leaves is what they wanted, that is
what they got. I just vacuumed them up later.
So, remembering those days with my kids when they were little, I grabbed my basket and went leaf
hunting. I got quite a few and took some pictures of others and a few trees then came back inside. The
smell of the leaves was so wonderful. I put some on the carpet and took a picture of them.
That was a delightful way for me to spend my Sunday afternoon which brought back wonderful
memories, so, I wrote this poem about my Autumn Leaves On A Sunday Afternoon.
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© 2016 Phyllis Doyle Burns