Foliage
Kicking Leaves Again
The trees are bare
Yet no trace of a season remains
Raked and bagged, it is no more
Except in my little plot of this earth
Where the leaves still swirl
Lifted by the November gales
The energy spend of a summer season
Will remain, food for the life in the soil
It will again
Be the the green of our next growing season
For now I will be out kicking leaves
Until the snows of winter
Blankets the fall and prepares for a coming spring
Curious Friday: UnSeen, UnRead
Curious Friday: Kicking Leaves
It starts with a spot of color here
A dash of color there
That builds up
To all the true colors of leaves
That give a display
As plants prepare for winter
Winds howl, leaves fly
Piles and mounds of leaves gather
Why is hard to resist
A walk thru
Kicking leaves for the sound and a simple joy
Truth be told, out of respect for my neighbors I do mow and shred my leaves, to make a mulch like a forest duff
Wordless Wednesday: Fall at The Bend In The River
Weekly Photo Challenge: Fray
In the cycle of life
In the orbit of earth
In its’ position to the sun
Seasons change
A leaf emerges
It has the wonder
To take light, water and materials
To create nourishment
For the tree to grow
It is nibbled, chewed, sucked and burrowed
Food for many others
Until near the seasons’ end
As the color and moisture
Drains away
It falls to the earth
Where it continues to provide
Life in the soil
And the substance
For the new seasons’
That will cycle