So beautifully put. I can certainly identify with this. There is a beauty and synergy in this apparently wasteful phenomenon. It’s the way of nature, to produce more than is useful, to cast leaves that will rot and feed the tree that shed them.

Drafts are symbolic of nature’s abundance and refusal to audit itself. Your poem is like the beauty of autumn which comes, not from the creation of new life but from the decay and recycling of the old.