We call it…
hugs n’ blessings to all those busily using rakes ahead of the shovels!
Today, as I rode by,
I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
In a still afternoon,
When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,
But thickly, silently,
They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;
And wandered slowly thence
For thinking of a gallant multitude
Which now all withering lay,
Slain by no wind of age or pestilence,
But in their beauty strewed
Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.
Margaret Postgate Cole, November 1915
One thought on “what do YOU call it?”
Beautiful. so beautiful yet at the same time so poignant. Change of seasons seems so beautiful and dramatic where you live. We are going up and down like Yo! Yo! s on a string. Weather is dramatic but unpredictable It should be Spring but some days it is already baking Summer and others the chill of Winter. No wonder our plants get ‘cofused’. I have one tree that burst forth into brilliant summer foliage then two days later shredded all the flowers and leaves as if in perplexity. I simply love the brilliant colours in your leaves on the ground. It must feel both hopeful and sad at the same time. Blessings!