Featured Inspiration

A Little Autumn (and something to stick in your head)

Written by Dotti Gramke

I love poetry. I have a English major.

That basically explains it. But, when the leaves start changing color and the air cools…there is one poem I think of. Poet George Cooper (1838-1927)wrote, “Come Little Leaves”. The first verse will especially stick in your head. How do I know? That is the verse I remember every fall. So, read the poem and go crunch in a few piles of leaves.

Come Little Leaves

“Come, little leaves,”
Said the wind one day,
“Come over the meadows
With me, and play;
Put on your dresses
Of red and gold;
Summer is gone,
And the days grow cold.”

Soon as the leaves
Heard the wind’s loud call,
Down they came fluttering,
One and all;
Over the meadows
They danced and flew,
Singing the soft
Little songs they knew.

Dancing and flying
The little leaves went;
Winter had called them
And they were content-
Soon fast asleep
In their earthy beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle
Over their heads.

 IMGP6582blog

About the author

Dotti Gramke

Dotti was born and raised in Southwest Wyoming and moved to Nebraska after falling head-over-heels for a Nebraska boy in college; and married him. She is the mother of two beautiful girls. In the past, Dotti has worked as a reporter for two different Nebraska newspapers, as well as a freelance writer. She is an active photographer, and her art was shown in a gallery in Wyoming, in a display of Nebraska Photographers at the Hastings Museum and as the feature artist at the Minden Opera House. If you don’t see her with her camera or her family, you might find Dotti at home–chasing chickens and cows.