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

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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.