Poem by Bob Barta: A Leaf

It's fall and the leaves are falling. If there isn't a breeze, go pick up some leaves. Free-up your mind and enjoy the geometry and the colors of each leaf, or just shuffle in a pile of leaves and pretend you're a kid again:)

A LEAF

©2011 Bob Barta

A leaf on a tree, what does it mean to me?

It waves its beauty in the summer’s breeze,

Surely a comfort more lasting than tea!

Its oscillating motions entertain me.

as it collaborates with the billowing winds.

A leaf on a tree, what does it mean to me?

A leaf makes me wonder

why its beauty is a mystery to me

Surely a comfort more lasting than tea!

And wonder of wonders even while I sleep,

It makes the air that I breathe.

A leaf on a tree, what does it mean to me?

I am delighted by its beautiful shapes

and marvel in its oxygenating science.

Surely a comfort more lasting than tea!

A leaf is there for you and me for a reason,

and in winter it falls to make another for next season.

A leaf on a tree, what does it mean to me?

Surely a comfort more lasting than tea!

On a windy day, go check and see,

the beautiful dance of a leaf on a tree