So softly they fall.

Alison captures so well that feeling I get from looking at a solitary leaf of autumn. When you realize that the fallen leaf eventually decays and contributes to the soil which supports a new tree with its own leaves, it is all rather miraculous.

Through rose tinted glasses.


As winter draws near

they begin to fall

 from weakening arms

dropping, one by one.

They braved the storms

the wind and rain

their beauty shone

with the rising sun.

Now crumpled and creased

it’s time to let go

time to accept

the journey is done.

Another falls

so softly to the ground

tears are shed

a battle is won.


Love Alison x

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