This is my first contribution to Fandango’s Friday Flashback. I like the idea of going back and reflecting on what one has written.
Being a leap year this year, tomorrow is the last day of summer.
It will be autumn on the 1st of March in the Southern Hemisphere. Last year I wrote this poem in anticipation of it.
Autumn Song
It was summer twenty four hours ago
my skin is still burnished brown
the dawn sun ignites a signal lamp
and spells in code,
slow down.
My girth is too wide for embrace
but where my wisdom is kept
I am matriarch
alive among sapling and dead wood
I am old, as I am young again
Come closer, yes, closer
lean in
hear my autumn song.
a dawn bird
In response to Fandango’s Friday Flashback – February 28
A Shared Space 
What a lovely poem. It’s not always so easy to accept our transitions so gracefully.
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Thank you, Heather. Glad it spoke to you, as trees often speak to me, too. Yes graceful transitions are difficult and acceptance plays a big part in it.
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Most welcome.
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So lovely!
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Thank you. Glad you liked it Punam.
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You are welcome.
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Speaks of one’s authenticity, owning who you are and experiencing the joy of that.
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The journey to one’s authentic self is, sadly, a long one. One has to unravel and discard a lot of cabling! 🙂
Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Paul.
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