Before the last of the leaves fall - a poem

Before the last of the leaves fall

The world stands still for a moment.

No creature stirs,

no word is uttered;

even the gentle breeze pauses its eagerness

to pluck the leaf from the safety of its branch.

For a wonderous moment

all breaths are held to marvel at the

strength of the fragile leaf as it

lets go to fall into the void.

In its gentle descent,

the leaf is contented

for it knows, soon it will

rise to grasp the heights

once more.

‘Before the last of the leaves fall’ 2020