Treading Leaves Poem by Patrick Ladbrooke
Treading Leaves
I tread the leaves,
Which rustling, fly;
Life's steps I've gladly taken
Blackened lie,
In yellow brown of autumn wood.
I have wandered freely here
On virgin paths
That go nowhere;
Now shadows long are falling by
The leafless trees of autumn wood.
A passage here is soon forgotten
In winter's rains
As leaves lie rotting
And icy cold blows through the boughs
In blackened brown of winter wood.
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