A sculpture so beautifully designed,
Becomes a pleasure to the mind,
In colours of yellow, red and brown,
Wearing a true autumnal gown.
It had fluttered down, fully complete,
And landed gently, at my feet,
I picked it up, and then did view,
A passenger, a spider who,
Had settled there, a place to choose,
And awakening from his lengthy snooze,
Quickly skuttled off, making his escape,
Leaving me with just, the perfect shape
Of a simple leaf, with its own story,
Resting in my hand, in all its glory.
© Ernestine Northover
Is there some sort of spider conspiracy going on! Perhaps I'll have a go at some spidery writing! lovely descriptive words here, well done Regards, Lucy
Ernestine, simple yet effective, with a hint of humour is this well written work of autumnal color. Lovely rhyme with a smooth flow and impeccable imagery. Nice work! :)
Dear Ernestine How beautiful this moment that you caught so well.Reminded me of a poem called Angels. It goes something like this: Angels A man on the street is pointing up to the sky. 'Look, An Angel! ' he yells. Passerby Laugh. 'You fool, that is only a cloud' How wonderful it would be to see angels Where there are only clouds. How sad it would be to see only clouds where there are Angels. Hope You liked it Love Duncan
I love leaves and trees, but even if I didn't I'd love this poem. A moment caught in time. Thank you!
Ernestine, this simple poem about a simple leaf is certainly 'a pleasure to the mind.' It is, as you have so eloquently stated, 'a sculpture so beautifully designed.' A masterpiece! ! Brian
Oh, you've proven that simple leaf is not so simple after all...beautifully sclupted, just like your poetry! Peace, Aisha
Of a simple leaf, with it's own story... this line sung to me. i really, really enjoy your style, your way with words, your wistful feel. makes me feel so nostalgic & lovely. best care, Sus.
That is a lovely poem showing the beauty of nature all around us.
Beautiful Ernestine, I felt as if I was holding that leaf and watching the spider skuttle away. Warm wishes, Justine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the comfort of Nature never fails always gives and gives and has given you a lovely poem