Gone, Leaves

Overnight they left, flown
like a flock of bright birds
leaving bare twigs
dark trunks
against the autumn sky.

Now pavements strewn
with drifts of leaves
copper, yellow and brown
and every colour inbetween
bring memories as crisp
as every step;
snowdrifts are fun, but
oh! I remember
falling
into piles of leaves,
laughing.

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8 thoughts on “Gone, Leaves

    1. Thank you, Jane! It’s lovely to hear you say the words and images match – it’s something that’s important to me and the balance isn’t easy. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t!

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