The sweeper of leaves
Sweeps at all hours.
He takes new flowers.
And sometimes he leaves
Half-dead leaves, which quiver,
And wish to wither
Away. And we say
“Why take blooming flowers
When half-dead leaves stay?”
He sweeps at all hours.
All meet him one day.
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Thank you for sharing The Sweeper of Leaves, Michael. Kevin
Another wonderful poem, Kevin! I have to thank you for your efforts. xx Michael
Also a great metaphor, Kevin! Thanks for sharing, and enjoy your day! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. You also, enjoy your Tuesday. All the best. Kevin
Thank you, Kevin! xx Michael
Mmm… cute.. the sweeper of leaves… sounds spiritual. I loved it.
I’m pleased you enjoyed reading The Sweeper of Leaves. Thanks also for taking the time to comment. Kevin
Much welcome.