a guest joins me this day... Leaves by Grace Boyle

Leaves I gathered this very day
Seven leaves in the sun did play
And onto the paper they be
There for me to see.

Grace Boyle
seven years of age

and together we did say

Upon the ground so quiet they lay
The winds calmed at this hour of the day
A blanket of rustic charm covers the ground
If not touched there be not a sound
Underfoot I can hear them sing
A refrain of crackle, crackle, they do bring.

Rose Marie and Grace



Leaves, Grace Boyle, image: Grace and Rose Marie, 2010.