Leaves Shimmering at Day’s End



Mom has a “ditty” from childhood,
Here it sounds like a song’s stanza:
“Autumn Leaves falling,
Yellow and brown,
Swept by the winds that pass,
Come tumbling down.”
She says this was learned,
long ago in her primary grades,
back in Springfield, Massachusetts.
She remembers moving in her
elementary years to East Hartford,

xΒ  x x x x x x x x x x x x
Another similar song ~
German folk tune,
Accompanied with
hand motions by
Florence Martin.
Adapted by Terry Kluytman
in 1999.

“Autumn leaves are a’falling,
Red, yellow and brown.
See them fluttering down.

Autumn leaves from the tree tops,
Flutter down to the ground.

When wind blows his trumpet,
See them whirling around.

Autumn leaves when they’re tired,
Settle down in a heap.

At the foot of the old tree,
Soon they’ll all fall asleep.”

~ ~ ~,~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Original German author,

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

To incorporate art,
Mom suggested
Vincent Van Gogh.
She has a fantastic
long term memory
while cannot tell you

what she ate for breakfast
or lunch.

If you wish to see a gorgeous
oil painting, created in 1888,
check out:
“Falling Autumn Leaves,”
Vincent Van Gogh.


49 responses »

  1. The rain held off for Halloween. Now that we are back on standard time, these evening scenes of diminishing light are happening in late afternoon. We have to enjoy these brief moments while we can like you captured in your photo. The colors are striking. – Mike

    • Yes, time change will emphasize shorter days more and more, evident in sun setting and how it shines upon scenery, Mike. I like the word, “striking” both for the compliment in your words and how it “spotlights” the way the sun struck the branches and leaves. πŸ™‚

  2. I used a similar poem when teaching grade one:
    Down, down,
    Yellow and brown,
    The leaves are falling,
    All over the town.

    Nice photo. Love the way the light filters through the leaves and branches.

    • Anneli, thank you for this great way to carry out what Mom wished! β™‘ She wondered if anyone had recited, sang or chanted anything similar to her memory.
      I will share this with her, when she wakes up from her nap. I am glad you reminded me of your first grade teaching experience! πŸ™‚

    • Thank you, Roberta. I thought you might like this post. You seem like a nature lover and remind me of a “natural woman.” Your honey and sweet words caught my interest when our paths first crossed. πŸ™‚

  3. Lovely poem, Robin. Your mom has a great long term memory. My mom loved to recite poems she learned in her youth, even though she also couldn’t remember what she ate for breakfast, or even what day it was. πŸ˜• Your photo is really spectacular. πŸ™‚

    • It is a tricky brain we have where I may forget where I set my cell phone, glasses or keys but remember lines from a play or song, word for word. I think kids these days don’t memorize poems like our parents did. Funny how this works. . .
      Anyway, thanks for a great adjective for this tree, Sylvia: “Spectacular!”

  4. Your Mom was a very wise lady Robin, she kept the beauty and simplicity of songs and nursery rhymes alive. A credit to her that you can write in her memory, in your posts.

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