Fallen leaves on the Warren Walk, Hay-on-Wye

Kicking Leaves.

I’ll not go kicking leaves today
The rain has glued them to the ground,
For should I walk my normal way
I will not hear their rust’ling sound.
This joy of Autumn thus denied
Because it rained, I stayed inside.

I’ll not go kicking leaves today
Cold winds have whisked them out to sea
And underneath the clouds so grey
Sly wavelets rob my fun from me.
As sure as North winds start to blow
Then rain will be replaced by snow.

I’ll not go kicking leaves today
For there is not one left at all!
Part through the night a pale ballet
In silent dance began to fall.
I’m out to run and kick and play –
Fresh snow beats dead leaves any day!

By Emma van Woerkom 2013

Molly playing in the snow