Fallen

Now the leaves have fallen.
They lie scattered on the lawn
like dead soldiers on the battlefield.

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Little Creatures

Crisp, golden-brown leaves have fallen.
Now, breeze-blown, they scuttle along,
little creatures scattering,
feet pit-pattering,
then hunkering down
in clusters, in corners,
making no sound.

Fallen Angels

Sycamore seeds
scattered across the path
like many little pairs of wings
discarded by fallen angels.

Fallen

Rememberance poppyDead and dying
like fallen soldiers;
leaves on the grass.

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This one for ‘Remembrance Day’ today – although all the services and ceremonies took place over the weekend. Britain adopted the poppy as a symbol of remembrance for all those killed in war after WWI, when poppies were the first flowers to bloom in the killing fields of France.

Site content copyright of Elizabeth Leaper (Libby).

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