When autumn leaves tumble from a tree,
I gain a sense that she offers praise.
She seeks to dance with each twist and wave,
arms raised, uncertain how to move gracefully,
but trying nonetheless. Even with my beloved
weeping willows, she effects a tender whirl,
tendrils curl, and slide, along an impressive trunk.
Always conscious of her groundedness she offers
safety, security, year on year, and still, despite
her heritage, she rejoices in dance! When autumn
winds visit my Mother in Warrnambool,
sometimes I surmise she has tried not to dance.
Tired and frail, she rejected chance,
focused on her too-young husband’s death,
the too-old deterioration of her mother,
children who drifted to bigger cities.
Sometimes in autumn, I think of my Mother
reaching for her girls and two grand-children,
yet preferring the solitude of her hometown
over something closer. Perhaps she needs
the weight of all she has beared; heaves it
over her shoulder, shudders and sighs.
As for me in autumn? I gleam and glimmer.
I take my cues from the trees, glorying
in red, brown, orange hues. A living
sunset. Breathing in the grass. Twirling
in light rain. Arms raised, carefree,
happy to be me.
I love autumn. And this beautiful image of Mind Freedom from Daniela M. Casalla – inspired by Antoine de Saint-Exupery I know but one freedom, and that is the freedom of the mind. – captures much of what I was feeling in the poem when I first wrote it in 2010.
I love autumn. And this beautiful image of Mind Freedom from Daniela M. Casalla – inspired by Antoine de Saint-Exupery I know but one freedom, and that is the freedom of the mind. – captures much of what I was feeling in the poem. This poem has also been published in Debtime Stories, my first collection of 30 poems, published by the UK-based DWTP (Destiny To Write Publications) on oo43-45, but I share the link as this beautiful Daniela M. Casalla image is not in the book :)