for Dad

The wind blew a falling
leaf against my cheek.

And I called your name.

And you laughed.

Autumn at Symonds Yat:

Our final hour.

And the river wound bleaky

through the rocks you loved.

And you tried to tell me

you would leave.

Cold. 

So cold.

Yet somehow now,

my heart knows Peace.

For this year, in the sunshine,

the leaves are just as bright

New poetry blog

Dear friends and family,

I've decided, with much encouragement, to create a new website for my poetry. See the link in the sidebar or use www.clarespoetryfromyogaland.blogspot.com.

Please take a look.  All comments welcome (well almost...)

Autumn Poem

October

a brown rash of toadstools                                   
moving along the autumn path,                              
slippery with decay,                                                 
that winds through woods                                     
of nettle and dock                                                            
and sparkling wet sunlight                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        


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