This poem describes falling leaves from a tree on a still afternoon, which leads the narrator to think of the many British soldiers dying in World War I. The falling leaves are used as a metaphor for the dead soldiers, their numbers and beauty "strewed" across the Flemish fields. Though quiet and understated, the poem conveys the despair and grief felt by those waiting at home for news of the war. It was written by Margaret Postgate Cole, an English politician and writer who opposed conscription during WWI.