Myriad, myriad on the breeze
\npirouetting round the trees,
\ngold and red, yellow and brown
\ntumbling over to the ground.<\/p>\n
Autumn’s harvest every year
\ntelling us the winter’s near.
\nCovering paths, clogging drains
\nturned to slush by all the rains.<\/p>\n
Leaves remind me of this year
\ntumbled round by constant fear,
\nas born upon the fateful breeze
\nCovid brought us to our knees.<\/p>\n
But for me they mean much more
\ncarpeting our memory’s floor.
\nI see our children, full of fun
\nkicking leaves up as they run.<\/p>\n
In woods, with voices echoing round
\nthey jump in leaf-filled hollow ground.
\nThen making a lounge wall picture
\nof leaves laboriously stuck on paper.<\/p>\n
Past and present now whirl together
\nblown like leaves in autumn weather.
\nOur joy and sorrow richly blended
\njust as nature’s alchemy intended.<\/p>\n