Setting the Mood

In honor of the beautiful fall weather, (though today is a bit warm) I have a poem to post that I came across the other night. I hope you like it and gets you ready for my favorite season!

Come, Little Leaves

George Cooper

"Come, little leaves," said the wind one day.

"Come over the meadows with me and play;

Put on your dresses of red and gold,

For summer is gone and the days grow cold."

Soon as the leaves heard the wind's loud call,

Down they came fluttering, one and all;

Over the brown fields they danced and flew,

Singing the sweet little songs they knew.

"Cricket, good-by, we've been friends so long,

Little brook, sing us your farewell song;

Say you are sorry to see us go;

Ah, you will miss us, right well we know."

Dancing and whirling, the little leaves went,

Winter had called them and they were content;

Soon, fast asleep in their earthly beds,

The snow laid a coverlid over their heads.