Change

I just found this short poem I wrote a long time ago during a time of upheaval in my life. My circumstances are different now and it is an ‘autumn’ poem, not a spring one. But it may be no coincidence that I have come across it again at this point in my life, so here it is:

I stand by the brook and listen
To the rush of water under the bridge

I step into the darkness
Beyond the streetlamp’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 season’s change

And I welcome it with an anxious heart
Heralding the challenge of the new

25/09/1990

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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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