This quilt of all natural materials sews itself and then turns into free organic fertilizer. A poem about fall’s falling leaves. Seasonal autumn poetry. Instead of raking, try this. Nature makes a quilt.
color changing palate forest paints.
Each tree briefly dressed
adorned, ablaze, in autumn’s best.
Then in turn, stems’ fabric frays,
this season once again replays,
every quilted section comes to rest
exposing branches bare and birds’ old twig knit nests.
That of summer which remains
drips gently down from trees
to rejoin, to be reclaimed
to blanket once spring green lawn
with fall’s familiar
patchwork pattern of leaves.
Leaves may stay where they lay,
each drop stitched in place as they please,
to nourish soil,
worms, and roots,
at foots of trees.
Did you notice? All four seasons were mentioned in this autumn poetry.
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