Catching Leaves
To catch a leaf while in October,
Nana says will bring good luck.
I stand beneath a dry-leaf shower,
Watching as they dive and duck.
I spot one falling right above me;
Sweeping, swirling, round and round.
Twisting, twirling ... past my fingers,
Swooping down-down to the ground.
I spy another, looping, leaping,
Wishing it would whoosh my way.
I whizz-spin round, I lurch and lean,
Today is not my catch-leaf day.
Cascading leaves continue coming,
In the breeze, they fly so fast.
Then ... one settles on my shoulder:
Yes! I think Caught one at last!
Nana says will bring good luck.
I stand beneath a dry-leaf shower,
Watching as they dive and duck.
I spot one falling right above me;
Sweeping, swirling, round and round.
Twisting, twirling ... past my fingers,
Swooping down-down to the ground.
I spy another, looping, leaping,
Wishing it would whoosh my way.
I whizz-spin round, I lurch and lean,
Today is not my catch-leaf day.
Cascading leaves continue coming,
In the breeze, they fly so fast.
Then ... one settles on my shoulder:
Yes! I think Caught one at last!
This poem is copyright (©) Sue Lancaster 2024
About the Writer
Sue Lancaster
Sue is a children's writer living in South West London with her husband, two children and pet budgie, Buddy. Before turning her hand to writing, Sue worked in TV as a Production Manager and got her degree in Media Studies at the University of East London. She grew up in Clacton on the coast of Essex and spent much of her childhood writing stories and poems, playing with her three cats, and being tormented by her two older brothers.
