The Leaves Were Always There

The leaves were always there

On the dry ground, natures abstract paintings

Brushstrokes of God on the Square

I remember as a kid

I used to run thru them many times

The rustle would make me laugh,

Something I needed to do more of.

And again in college,

Walking through the grounds

They were there, beckoning, pleading

Come and play! And I did,

 They were there again today

Wet slick, dangerous

They tease me,

You are old, they say,

Come and play at your risk

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

How well I remember jumping into those leaves. I hope the child in you turned a cheek, and jumped anyway! ; )

[daninstockholm]

Yes, definitely! And again just the other day!!