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The leave thieves

“Thieves have stolen my leaves!”

exclaimed the tree.

“Every year, at this time,

the leave thieves are committing such crimes

as make me shudder to the core,

do they think I can just make more?”

a tree with no leaves

I’ve been through the dessert like a tree with no leaves,

Not that that makes much sense sense.

or any;

but I can only work with

what is in my head…

and the things that inspire me.

.

At this time of the year,

the trees fall off of their leaves,

which leaves them somewhat barren,

naked as the day they were born.

Don’t scorn my talents,

for my creativity

it hangs in the balance,

and who knows

where the leaves travel to

when the wind blows?

In the garden – a location poem

A carpet of leaves,

with a russet and yellow pattern

that changes in the breeze,

and is added to from the trees around.

Leaves left untidily in heaps,

or seemingly strewn about

with gay abandon;

Nature is having a brief glimpse at regaining

its dominion –

and, now, it’s started raining.

When the trees fall down

When the leaves

fall from the trees

the trees remain;

but, what if

the trees fell down

and the leaves remained?

What if?

‘Gladys, there is a leaf on the lawn!’

‘Gladys, there is a leaf on the lawn!’ Norman said, all forlorn.

‘Oh, wait till morning.’ said Gladys, ‘Come back to bed.’

But Norman was getting dressed,

With such speed that Gladys was impressed.

He put on his coat, his hat, and his clogs – he did it quite quietly not to awaken the dogs – and out he went into the dark

with his eyes unaccustomed to a leaf in his park.

And there he met Mark.

Mark was a man from the Leave It society,

a group of concerned arborealists,

with a certain notoriety.

‘I want you to leave leaves alone! Let them fall on your garden, give them chance to be grown.’

Norman was no man to be told what to do,

he modelled his lawn on the nicest in Kew,

and at this time of night,

what was this young fellow about,

it was Norman, enraged, who started to shout,

‘Get off of my land, yon leaf, and young man!

You wouldn’t get this disrespect in China or Japan,

where they grow things quite tidily,

and treat them with care,

I don’t expect you’re annoying anyone there!’

At that moment, along came a policeman, who sorted the fuss.

Then three in a row of the neighbourhood bus.

It was at this very moment that they all started to scream.

And, sweating, I awoke, from an unsettling dream.

She walked into the woods, and…

She walked into the woods

to check out the goods,

and , hopefully, to avoid the bads.

Where…

Stubborn leaves still clung to their trees,

fearful of a falling,

still waiting to answer

their Autumnal calling;

whilst many of their kind

have already taken the plunge,

lunging forwards like a diver

leaving the board,

gracefully turning

and twisting,

before coming to a rest

with the other leaves

in their flooral nest;

they stand frozen

looking nervously over the edge,

considering their outcomes

in jumping off of the ledge.

More leaves leave – prose version

More leaves leave

⁃ prose

The leaves fell from the trees in droves; it behoves me to say that this proves nothing; Autumn has shoved Summer into the past and has taken hold; will autumn last for a while? Yes. Yet, eventually, Autumn, too, will be relegated into the past, and then… well then comes Winter, and we shall see what that brings.

More leaves leave – poetry version

More leaves leave

⁃ poetry version

The leaves fell from the trees in droves;

it behoves me to say

that this proves nothing;

Autumn has shoved Summer into the past

and has taken hold;

will autumn last for a while?

Yes. Yet, eventually,

Autumn, too, will be relegated into the past, and then…

well then comes Winter,

and we shall see what that brings.

Leave the leaves

Leave the leaves upon the lawn,

I know they’re looking quite forlorn;

but they will grow into the ground,

that’s how nature goes around

.

Let the grass grow strong and tall

you don’t need to mow at all,

the butterflies and bees give thanks

for messy lawns and flowery banks.

Lief Zonatri

Lief was a family man

doing the best a Lief can

holding his loved ones so dear, so close;

but the bad weather came,

the winds were to blame,

and to every direction

Lief’s family fled –

he never knew their ultimate fates,

maybe on them

the worms now fed.