By Wendy Alford
A tumult of autumn leaves whisks about my head, thoughts take flight as sharp gusts catch at birds snatching them back and forth. A cold splinter of sunlight stabs through rusk-edged clouds, which slide in unseemly haste across grey-streaked sky. All is unsettled, disjointed, nothing quite belongs. I'm caught up in this upheaval, churning, gestating, coiled within, strangely skewed views of past and future create shifting perspectives, a sense of differently being, where old thoughts seem odd. As I lift and turn in this jumble of leaves I wonder just quite how I will fall back together. Wendy Alford November 2013
Poem sent in by Bernie Bell
A perfect poem for 2020. Describes exactly how I feel.
I hadn’t thought of that – but, yes – this time of year – unsettled, uncertain, everything in flow – shifting.
What’s past – what’s ahead.
And… this year……