Autumn’s Treasure: Final Tree Poem for Fall

As the leaves fall to the ground and the last of the colored leaves cling to their branches, I took some photos and wrote this poem that I will add to my growing collection of fall rhymes.

Autumn’s Treasure

Early soft-lit sunshine, low in the autumn morn

Glistens on the falling leaves, beautifully worn.

Autumn: a time for change in nature’s book,

Enjoy the season’s treasures; Fall has a flaming look.

As Earth turns on its axis, tilting from the sun,

The leaves are gently falling, one by one by one.

Deep green chlorophyll ceases to be seen;

Leaves are red & gold, without the stronger green.

The time has come for trees to rest before a winter storm,

While hopefully we are tucked inside, safe and ever-warm.

Instead of mourning this time of leaves daily dying,

Honor this cycle of life — no need for sadness or crying.

Enjoy Mother Nature’s many gifts that all of us can share.

Celebrate every one, whatever “garments” she may wear.

Embrace this precious time so trees can rest and grow.

Take care of Planet Earth, for we reap the history that we sow!



Springtime Rhyme by Ellen Sue

Today is the first day of Spring, so I penned a little rhyme to honor this day and remind us of Mother Earth’s bounties.
Photos from my neighborhood.

Sacred Spring

By ellensue

The crocuses have started blooming.

Time to stop all this Zooming.

Watch as Spring unfurls her magic.

Don’t ignore this; ‘twould be tragic!


Open the windows and breathe the air.

Spring is coming, warm and fair.

Treat her kindly; let’s be gentle….

Budding flowers wax sentimental.



Spring brings Hope & the miracle of Life.

With Covid-19, we know the strife

of basic survival on planet Earth.

Spring is sacred; a yearly rebirth.


Budding flowers. Springtime greenery.

What perfectly natural, lovely scenery.

Yet, too much plastic; too little biodiversity.

Silent Spring * warned of this adversity.


We’re taking more than what we give.

So, if Spring is here, we must let her live

in a world that’s kind, gentle & clean.

Sacred Spring: let’s guard this precious mantle of green.



*Book by Rachel Carson published in 1962!

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