The Falling Leaves Poem by christina henry

Today, as i rode by,
I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
In still afternoon,
When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,
But thickly, silently,
They fell, likesnowflakes 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.