Autumn Leaves, a poem by Maria Achihaitei at
Roger Bradshaw

Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves

written by: Maria Achihaitei


The first leaf to fall was our wedding day
A silent silver tear that slipped away
The second was our child, his smile, his laugh
A single rose under his epitaph
I watched those leaves as they crumpled and died
Spotted and dry like our hands intertwined
Our hut in the glen, The Wind on Loch Fyne
Friends’ names, cèilidh nights, our cruise on the Rhine
None were spared, the worst or the best
Last was my face, gone with the rest.



Loch Fyne is a sea loch on the west coast of Scotland. The Wind on Loch Fyne also refers to a Scottish country dance named after the loch.

Cèilidhs are social gatherings involving dancing to traditional folk music.

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