AUTUMN LEAVES - POEM

Sweep the leaves together,

Yellow, brown, and red,

Let us make a bonfire

Now that they are dead.

Chestnut leaves and beech leaves,

Ash and lime and oak,

Fir-cones and pine needles

Kindle into smoke.

Leaves that all the summer

Gave us cool and shade

What will be left of them

When our bonfire's made ?

Only death-like ashes,

But from this same dust

Suns one day will fashion

Life anew, we trust.