She walked into the woods
to check out the goods,
and , hopefully, to avoid the bads.
Where…
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.
Graeme Sandford 
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
Yours sincerely,
SoundEagle
Thank you. Most interesting insight – I appreciate that. I shall have to have a look when time and brain are more friendly to me – take care. Grae 🙂