Poetry list
blowing in the wind
autumnal smoke seems
always wistful slow and
steely grey winding lazily
from warm bejewelled
leaves a mist of memories
disappearing as they come
transporting the inner
self and soul to almost
forgotten lands of living
when childhood’s patina
enfolds in spite of hurts
and hardships life’s fire
is mainly smoke a
smouldering of indistinct
consumption and
consummation cremation
and coming to life with
hope no matter the leaves
be brittle brown or soggy
amber and red all is taken
by change and impossibly
transformed by love we
are not the fire though oft
we think so we are the
in between from leaf to ash
from kindling to cinders
the fire is the spirit and
takes us onto the wind
the skies overshadowing
two pieces of wood and
the pierced heart of love
© Neil Thompson 2023