This is a re-post from a couple of months ago so most of you will have read it before but I had a request for a seasonal Autumn poem and this is about as Autumnal as I get.
Whilst the song choice is a bit obvious and tongue in cheek, it is one of my favourites and sung by a man with an incredible voice.
A leaf falls
Through Autumn, long Winter and many a violent Spring storm,
always it’s leaves it kept, just now I chanced upon a falling form
as a single leaf it softly wept.
Possessed of delicate poise, a parchment piece from russet trees,
floated without sound, slowly turning, nudged by playful breeze
down towards the ground.
It was the first of it’s kind to let slip from high up where it held,
a moment of discarded worth, yet one that of the future spelled,
a sign of the tree’s rebirth.