My Favourite Leaf
My Favourite Leaf
When someone mentions leaves, I always think of fall,
It precedes winter’s introduction, a slow rambling crawl
Visualizing the leaves of burnt orange and crimson red,
Inspiring excitement for the celebrations that lie ahead.
While most people think that the maple leaf is the prettiest of all,
Together these leaves display horizons, a brillant, colour sprawl,
But the leaf I love most is slid into my dining table to add length,
Means my family will sit all together again, our eternal strength.
Written October 3, 2011
By Lee Ramage
For Carol Brown’s contest
Leaves, Leaves, Leaves
Won 2nd place
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