"There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away." (Jane Kenyon)

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Autumn



AUTUMN
a poem by Eleanor Kenyon Purves

A sea full of orange and red leaves
Trees shedding yellow leaves on the ground
The leaves so colorful
like rainbows in the blue sky
With white clouds that look like coats
bundled up for little children
Trees shaking their rattling sound of autumn.

5 comments:

Kimberly Pace Henderson said...

Ann - Eleanor is too much to even comment about. I love that girl. Yesterday Kate did something silly and Duane and I both agreed that it was "so Eleanor". Are you feeling OK? We miss you.

Baba said...

AWESOME!!!Love, Baba

Strawberry Shortcake said...

WoW! She is amazing, Ann. What a beautiful poem.

o charm said...

is it just coincidence such amazing, intelligent, literate people such as you two bear such talented children???
time for her to publish.

Christie said...

Ann,

You've definitely got an author on your hands! I love the part about the clouds. She describes it all so well!

Christie

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