Feeder

Nature works in amazing ways. Inspired by Louise Glück's 'Snowdrops'.

Through winter's

tears I was born,

cocooned.

 

Spring came

and I grew,

unfurled

in fresh colours

washed by renewal,

rejuvenated

by the prospect

of endless days in the

fresh air,

fluttering

in a warm breeze.

 

I clung,

a small patchwork sail

on a branch,

and stretched

out my veins,

 

filtering  the sun

to feed the life-giving

sap to my mother,

whose time on the earth

is surely more certain

than my own.

 

For come autumn

I shall be blown

in the teeth of searing winds

that will tug and pull

and tear me from

my summer perch,

 

until I release my hold

on my dear short life

and parachute to the ground,

to rest between blades of grass,

or be buffeted and swept

into a huddle under

the gate

or a pile clumped

beneath the hedgerow.

 

There my colour

will ebb

and I will curl

and crisp

as winter winds

and frost's cruel bite

do take their toll,

 

and putrefaction

will be my fate

as I decay

and return to

feed the soil.

 

08/10/20

Author's Note

Reviews

[X]

and so the years come and go as sure as the autumn leaves winter cold spring showers and sweet summer love songs...nicely penned John!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Why thank you my lady. I have Louise Glück to thank for the inspiration.