Transient Graffiti November 14, 2014Menopausal musing, Poetrysandra This poem is my favourite from my book, and came to me one morning, almost like it was ‘sent’ to me by another source, the words came pouring out. It was obviously triggered by the sight of all the autumn leaves in the canal. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Related