One of my favorite things…
The sounds they create,
Are soothing to the ear.
They sway with the wind,
Dancing to their own tune.
They flutter falling down,
Softly landing in their place.
If you run through them,
They crunch beneath your sole.
If you rake them,
They rustle across the grass.
When I see piles…
I want to submerge myself,
Deep under the leaves.
Leave them alone,
They make the ground golden.
…
I love it when the leaves change colors, but I love it more when they cover the ground.
It reminds me of my grandparents back brick patio. They had a ginkgo tree; that would let their leaves fall and it would create a “yellow brick road” at least that’s hat my grandma hold say.
One day I was at their house and I decided to do something nice and rake up all the leaves. I got them into a huge pile when my grandma came out. I expected a big thank you, but instead she said… “Oh…can you spread them back out everywhere. I love being surrounded by golden yellow.”
So now when I see piles of leaves I’m at war with myself. Either jump in the pile or leave them alone. Once the color is gone, sure rake them. But if you don’t mind leave them be and enjoy the crunch.

By emily2jane
10-22-21
Sadly this tree died…it was slowly dying over the last few years. But then I got a message that the wind finally did the deed and uprooted the tree… RIP Tree 🧡