Leaf Obeying its dynamics, one leaf falls, more side-to-side than down, in front of me. A memory; each leaf you catch, you earn one day of good luck in the coming year. Instinctively, my right hand snatches, misses, my left hand snaps, grabs it the second go. It’s like a paper heart, the palest yellow … Continue reading Two poems by Mark Totterdell