Autumn Child (an Ode to David)
Looking back on memories past;
Ones collected from feelings and snapshots and moments in time,
Looking at those memories that last.
My heart and thoughts are filled with long Autumn days,
Of magical foggy, misty morns sliding with my friends on crystal grass,
When Blackie the cat would sit on the old wooden bench, drenched in the sunlight and just laze.
When the ground would crackle and crinkle under the stomp of water proved feet,
And laughter and warmth were all around,
Collecting mushrooms in the frosted, foggy morn, to add to the big Sunday breakfast feast where we’d all sit together, and laugh and joke and talk and eat.
Bee’s collecting the last of the flowers nectar before the silence that Winter brings,
Blowing warm air from deep within our lungs, laughing while making our own “smoke” into the chill around us,
Stuffing late season plums and rosehips in big cane baskets, not worrying about the thorns and stings.
Bottles of preserved fruits and prickled peppers lining the pantry shelves,
The sweet smell of caramelized sugar and fruits in pots of bubbling jams on the stove,
Waiting to be devoured on cold Winter days and long Winter nights by greedy little elves.
These are my memories of Autumn as a child growing up; with three brothers, cats, dogs, and all kind of fowl,
The sad, the bad and the ugly, although I’m sure were there too, have drifted away like chimney smoke into the stillness of the night,
These memories drift back as the days get shorter, the nights cooler; a barking dog, the sight of bumble bee’s, the smell of caramel or the stillness of night broken by the hooting of a distant Owl.
These are the memories I keep in my mind and my heart as most valued and most dear,
I often long to be that child again, when the world was safe and funny and warm and the nights were for playing games and slumber parties and sleep-over’s,
I share as much as I can now, as a woman all grown, with my nephews and niece, for one day when they are separated by time, by work, by distance, they too can recall such magic; to feel safe, to feel loved to fell near.
Raven Jan 2009
Memories of Autumn, it’s my favorate season and after writing this poem, I now ACTALLY know why….
I always thought it was just because I liked the cooler weather, but I have (just) realised I like the memories of this time of year and that has manifested into me loving Autumn; not the other way around.
Thanks Linda for commenting on Autumn Equinox Fruit; which is where this poem started.
And thank you David for sugesting I write a “positive” poem – as promised it is to you too!