Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves


One of the nicest beds I know
Isn’t a bed of soft white snow.
Isn’t a bed of cool green grass
After the noisy mowers pass.
Isn’t a bed of yellow hay
Making me itch for half a day
But autumn leaves in a pile that high,
Deep and smelling like fall and dry.
That’s the bed where I like to lie
And watch the flutters of Fall go by.

~ Aileen Fisher ~

Author of over 100 children’s books
Died in 2002 at the age of 96

2017-09-07T00:06:08+00:00 By |Categories: Fall Poems|Tags: |1 Comment

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Grandmother of 5 great kids, retired special ed high school teacher, married since 1972 to Poppy…loves spoiling the grands, crocheting for whomever I can and charities, reading, crafts, outdoors, and blogging.

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