Poem of the week: Leaves by Frederic Manning

<p>A landscape of illusory peace is depicted just before the guns of battle reach it in the first world war</p><p><strong>Leaves</strong></p><p>A frail and tenuous mist on baffled and intricate branches;<br>
Little gilt leaves are still, for quietness holds every bough;<br>
Pools in the muddy road slumber, reflecting indifferent stars;<br>
Steeped in the loveliness of moonlight is earth, and the valleys,<br>
Brimmed up with quiet shadow, with a mist of sleep.</p> <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/books/2025/nov/10/poem-of-the-week-leaves-by-frederic-manning">Continue reading...</a>