Monday 23 October 2017

Wind Song














Should yellow
Be the colour
Of the hills
And the trees’
Leaves shaking,
Their fear of falling…

…or their slender grip
On limb or branch,
Their brittle stems:
Time’s brown strand
Grown weaker?

Should rain
From the south
Lay its challenge
On the earth…

…its haste,
Not waiting to fall,
Its deepening
Drowning memory
Of the wind
Singing?
© BH, 2017

A fragment of October light, committed to a few lines. Autumn is with us now and things are changing with the coming rain.

I looked for references to Wind Song and found it was variously a John Denver Album (1975), a Caribbean yacht which caught fire and was sunk in Tahiti, a poppy.

So I took my own selfie at sunset in a window at An Gobain, added An Teallach in the background and, for nice, faded in the poppy in question.

And it wasn’t even October either.

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