The falling of the leaves

Autumn is over the long leaves that love us,
And over the mice in the barley sheaves;
Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us,
And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,
And weary and worn are our sad souls now;
Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us,
With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow. 
WB Yeats

I think we were lucky - Storm Debi passed over higher up and we just had rain and wind, 80,000 homes without electricity though.  The leaves are falling and the puddles contain some interesting bits and pieces.