Leafy Showers

 

Leafy Showers

Boston Public Garden

The leaves fall like showers,
Not rain, but variety leaves -
Shapes and colours distinct
To their species of tree.
Raining leaves in a glorious gust
As a breeze carries them tumbling,
Dancing, spinning, flying through the air - 
Landing on the heads of people bustling,
On the page that I am writing on,
Or on the benches, for children to pick up.
Oh, how I used to collect leaves
On our family leaf looking adventures -
Treasures held in my small hand,
Delicate and vibrant all in one leaf -
It was a work of art to me,
And it belonged in my collection.
I feel the same now, only I write
The memories and take photos of my leaves
Leaving (leafing) them to blanket the land.