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Sunday, 13 November 2016

The Falling Leaves by Margaret Isabel Postgate Cole

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.

From: http://war-time-poems.blogspot.com.au/2011/04/margaret-postgate-cole-falling-leaves.html

Date: 1915

By: Margaret Isabel Postgate Cole (1893-1980)