Taking Leave
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
How beautifully leaves grow old.
In glory, they slip away.
Welcome to my collection of original nature poems. Everyone needs a “happy place,” and nature happens to be mine. That’s why I’m making these nature poems available online. They offer readers a chance to explore and commune with the great outdoors, even when they can’t be there personally! These poems also make wonderful gifts, cards, and meditations. Please remember to email a request to me before using one of my nature poems. Include full copyright information on every copy made. (For internet use, a link back to the poem on this site is required.)
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How beautifully leaves grow old.
In glory, they slip away.
I want to say
the worth of a puddle
is in the scenery it reflects.
Listen as the rhythm
of a heated, humid day
meets the drumming of a
fevered, fertile night.
Nesting in a tree,
resting on its roots,
red-caped superhero sporting
camouflage boots.
Photo by Lars Kuczynski on Unsplash
Proof of divinity is all around.
God’s handiwork transcends His mystery.
We hear His voice in every sacred sound:
the trill of birds, the pounding of the sea.
I planted a little story seed,
just placed it deeply in the ground
and, fertilizing carefully,
spread all the dirt and mulch around.
My very best friend is a tree.
He lifts me up and sets me free.
In his strong arms, the sun draws nigh;
his leafy patterns paint the sky.
I’m swinging on the happy tree,
in love with everything I see.
White, fluffy clouds and bright blue sky
reach out for me as I fly by.