Short Poems About Leaves

I seem to write about leaves a lot.  On Saturday, I wrote in a handwritten journal about the birch tree outside my little study.  This tree is an endless source of inspiration.  My notes became this poem:

sweeping gold leaves
from the walkway
the years that are past
drew me closer
to God

Some of my other poems with leaves (some revised a little for this post):

raindrops
on bare branches – how gold
remaining leaves

pink rose colors
through clouds
fallen leaves

treetops with gold leaves
whisper in gentle winds
“Unto thee, O Lord,
do I lift up my soul.”

Psalm 25: 1 (KJV)

early Sunday
I move a plant with new leaves
into new sun

gold leaves
drift to ground
sunbeam on water

golden sun
on gold leaves
unconditional love