Falling Elm Leaves
Falling Leaves Specific to the Elm
Long before Fall, Elm trees thin their leaves,
And Elm trees are the ones we have plenty of.
Tiny little ovals turn tan and gold and green and drifting,
Riding on hair and clothes to fall off on just gleaming floors.
Not a surprise they cling to the mouth, on your little pet's fur,
They seem to dance a graceful waltz with joy a kick and a swirl.
Then at twilight, sweet breezes usually lie,
And wait to be stirred tomorrow,
When householders sweep with repetitive dismay,
But wouldn't have it another way.
Sweeping, sweeping, into gold and green piles,
Where home from school, little children play.
Where heaven is to wallow.
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