Sunday, 22 September 2013

Rock Along the River


















©
Shers Gallagher 2013

I feel the breath
I cannot yet see
All is changing
as autumn busies herself
distilling colours - 
yellow, gold and red,
turning
with time that wears upon my face
while youth robs me
limb from limb
Yet I'm still here 
among the ruddy cattails
that rock along the river

Grandmother's chair
reminding me 
of her gentle rhythms
creaking and groaning
her soothing sounds
crackling with wisdom
She now graces my halls
Softly, 
slowly, I reappear 
among the ruddy cattails 
that rock along the river

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