Blogging in Paris
Dead leaves at Jardin du Luxembourg
In autumn when the trees are brown
The little leaves come tumbling down
They do not make the slightest sound
But lie so quietly on the ground
Until the wind comes puffing by
And blows them off towards the sky
- I can’t remember where I found this rhyme I used to teach, and googling the beginning doesn’t yield any author.
- I took the photo yesterday at Jardin du Luxembourg.