If Leaves Could Talk


Crunching the leaves

on my morning walk

wondering what they would say

if leaves could talk


Perhaps about the origins

of the earth

was it chaos

or perhaps mirth


The leaves could discuss

the invention of time

how seasons were formed

were they meant to rhyme


Or perhaps something not so deep

like how humans dance

interesting but not as graceful

as when the deer prance


Lastly the leaves could discuss

the intrigue of love

how it affects the heart

and other gifts from above


Leaves growing silent

as the moon rises in the sky

resting under the stars

with a whisper of good nigh


copyright 2023 Debbie Pierce

12 comments

  1. We have oaks trees where we live. We do not take them or mow them. They have all Winter to do their thing, whatever comes naturally… A good part of that activity is rustling. As such, they make a racket.

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