She walked into the woods, and…

She walked into the woods

to check out the goods,

and , hopefully, to avoid the bads.


Stubborn leaves still clung to their trees,

fearful of a falling,

still waiting to answer

their Autumnal calling;

whilst many of their kind

have already taken the plunge,

lunging forwards like a diver

leaving the board,

gracefully turning

and twisting,

before coming to a rest

with the other leaves

in their flooral nest;

they stand frozen

looking nervously over the edge,

considering their outcomes

in jumping off of the ledge.

2 responses to “She walked into the woods, and…

  1. Dear Graeme,

    Your poem is very evocative and reminds me of the 1945 popular French song “Les feuilles mortes” (literally “The Dead Leaves”) sung by Edith Piaf and Yves Montand with music by Joseph Kosma and lyrics by poet Jacques Prévert, and later translated into English as “Autumn Leaves” by the American songwriter Johnny Mercer in 1947.

    Happy autumn to you! Speaking of autumn, I have recently published a very culturally significant post entitled “🌕🎴 Mid-Autumn Festival (中秋節): Moon Celebration 🌅🎑🏮🎐🥮🈷️”, available at

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    Yours sincerely,

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