Gathering Leaves

We were crumpling up paper to fill our leaf bag spider, and it got me thinking about changing leaves ( our leaves are still green and firmly attached to our trees - they usually come off sometime in January!) You can never go wrong with Frost!

Gathering Leaves
by Robert Frost

Spades take up leaves

No better than spoons,

And bags full of leaves

Are light as balloons.

I make a great noise

Of rustling all day

Like rabbit and deer

Running away.

But the mountains I raise

Elude my embrace,

Flowing over my arms

And into my face.

I may load and unload

Again and again

Till I fill the whole shed,

And what have I then?

Next to nothing for weight,

And since they grew duller

From contact with earth,

Next to nothing for color.

Next to nothing for use.

But a crop is a crop,

And who's to say where

The harvest shall stop?