Dead leaves which lately clad the trees <br /> in autumn colours brave and bold. <br />Are scattered by the playful breeze <br />Their day is done their story told <br /> <br />Their purpose served they’re obsolete. <br />A dry dead blanket on the ground <br />which when disturbed by passing feet. <br /> Produce a crisply rustling sound. <br /> <br />The earth will re absorb them all <br /> though slowly, there’s no need for haste. <br />A process which is typical <br />of natures attitude to waste. <br /> <br />What has been used will be re used <br /> and very little is refused. <br /> <br />10-Oct-07<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waste-not-want-not-for-m-lady-dee-daffodil/
