Saturday, 30 October 2010


Beneath the fluttering wings
of this red gold leaf blown afternoon
lie the soft white feathers of memory
drifting down on the breeze like seeds
looking for fertile ground to take root
and they find it in my willing earth
and all at once it is another time
and that eager upturned face
and those sparkling eyes
belong once again to me
and I am back home
and you are there
. . . . .

- Susannah Bec 2010


Sherry Blue Sky said...

SO beautiful!! I love the "red gold leaf blown afternoon".....the "white feathers of memory" - STUNNING!- and the feeling of reverie and nostalgia pervades the piece with a painful sweetness. I so love it, Susannah! Am eagerly awaiting your moving of more of your work over here........things I may have missed along the way:)

June_Butterfly said...

A truly beautiful journey back to memory lane!!Longing fills my heart as I read your words.Making me wish for my own sweet memories to come alive,again!

Susannah said...

Hello Sherry and thank you for your kind comments. :-)

June, thanks for your lovely comment.

Good to see you both. x

Jingle said...

you are super creative,
love the shape of words.
lovely poetry.

Jingle Poetry said...

Greetings, How are you?
It is a thrill to be here today.
We have some special awards/treats for week 11 participants, and
Old poems, or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome .
Hope to see you in..
We treasure your support !
Have A Terrific Wednesday!
Happy Thanksgiving Ahead!
Hope to see you in!

Michaela said...

Ah, I even can smell the autumn air when seeing the seed falling on the ground.

Susannah said...

Thanks Micheala, good to see you. x

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