A Yard Full of Yellow, a Moonjazz Photo Poem
A yard full of yellow sits at my feet,
little tree feathers that cover the street,
They fly and scatter as the the winds blow them round,
and under my feet make a soft crunchy sound.
I gather them up and rake in a pile,
when I jump in the middle they bring out my smile.
I could rake them all up and take them away but then I would miss the suprise of each day,
as new patterns are made when new batches fall down,
new painting, new colors are drawn on the ground.
They come from this tree that grows higher each year,
floating down gently like God's yellow tears.
One day they were red buds unfolding to green, they gave me the cool shade from a sun hot and mean.
As autumn turned cooler they changed once again, from green now to yellow,
my bright little friends.
Twas a great tree of gold for one glorious week, till the winter rains came now they sit at my feet.
From yellow to brown they start their
decay and turn back into earch as
I shall one day.
It leaves me not sad for I know nature's plan,
the great circle of life for each leaf, tree and man.
c 2009 J Hammond (blessings)
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