Fall Glory

 

Leaves

by Elsie N. Brady

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.

Sunday morning run through the Arboretum 

outside Taylor's orthodontist office 

near Ravenna Blvd. 

Nothing Gold Can Stay

BY ROBERT FROST

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

a giant pumpkin on Twin Maple Lane 

the tree that is right outside my office window

our little tree we planted a couple of years ago! 

on 17th Ave NE 

on 16th Ave NE 

fall glory on 17th Ave NE