Friday, November 10th, 2017
kitchen table musings
Today I decided to take a break from editing and walk over to Mermaid Park for a few Fall clippings. The wind was chilly and my hands froze but I love all the colors and textures of my ‘found’ objects.
Oh Annie, how I miss the Autumn! Here’s a poem I wrote a long time ago and will share it with you. Sometimes you seem so much like my inner self it’s uncanny! Genes I guess?
A Rock in Autumn:
in time the humans move on
the forest swallowing them up
like so many crows on the wing
noisy, raucous fools
searching in vain to find
the beauty surrounding them
oblivious to the sound
each leaf utters as it falls
the song of the brook
footfalls of deer
whisperings of fern
and the passage of time
here in the forest
time stands still for me
lichen and moss
cloak me in my solitude
in millennium past
glaciers, living fortresses of ice
dragged me helpless in their wake
when the new age dawned
in the warmth of the sun
my creator took from me
planting seed of every kind
but i, though some insist i bare no soul
live on in every tree and vine
for i am a rock, an island
in a see of autumn leaves
10-31-1998
Nolde Forest
on my birthday