Winter’s Fallen Thoughts
At first I do not notice
The slow approach of Winter;
The turning of the season
When the sunlight fails and fades
Thoughts turn in shades from green to
Red and orange and yellow.
One by one they tumble and
Turn, detached from the branches.
Memory’s memento mori
A patchwork layered carpet
Sometimes I will pick one up
And study its symmetry
Secrete it away between
The pages in a notebook
Until a seed falls and dies
What hope for resurrection?
I am not afraid of the
Naked limbs devoid of thoughts
For there will always be Spring
*no free steak knives or Wonder Bras. Sorry. Although I could do with some lift and support. I digress.
In the light of a recent post, Create Useless Beauty, I am hosting a giveaway (time to put into practice what I believe in) or I’ll end up having the dream where you’re giving a speech and realise you’re naked, except it will be for reals.
THE (UN)OFFICIAL RULES
Leave a comment or “Like” the post and you’re in the draw.
On Friday 12th July, 2013 I will engage a random number generator (release the hamsters) to select a name from those who commented or liked the post and send the origami leaves AND a handwritten copy of the poem anywhere in the world.
Winners’ names will be posted in the comments section on Friday 12th July and I will arrange delivery of your prize.