Change by Paul Swatridge                1990

I stand by the brook and listen

to water rushing under the bridge.

I step into the darkness

beyond the street lamp’s reach

and hear the restless sighing

of wind in the tired leaves.

My dog’s familiar shape

moves in the disquieting night.

I feel the cleansing bite

of autumn on my cheeks.

My pace quickens against

the chill of the season’s change

and I welcome it with an anxious heart,

heralding the challenge of the new.

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Evolutionary Counsellor facilitator and guide on a spiritual path. Craftsman in wood, creative writer, environmentalist & change agent. This blog is my way of promoting my skills, ideas, concerns for the planet, creative work, spiritual searches and philosophy of life in a public forum.
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