I long to greet the turning of the season.
August shades into autumn, winds
strengthen, give my legs reason
to walk faster, strong-limbed.
August shades into autumn, winds
whip my silvered curls across my face
I walk faster, strong-limbed,
I will not weep as summer fades apace.
Whip my silvered curls across my face,
I feel free as loosened leaves,
I will not weep as summer fades apace,
frost-nipped air will help me breathe.
I feel free as loosened leaves
of fiery hue, glory in harvest’s completion.
Frost-nipped air will help me breathe,
I long to greet the turning of the season.
Ceinwen lives in Newcastle upon Tyne, UK, and writes short stories and poetry. She has been widely published in web magazines and in print anthologies. She is a Pushcart and Forward Prize nominee. Her first chapbook 'Cerddi Bach (Little Poems), was published in 2019 by Hedgehog Press. She is developing practice as a participatory arts facilitator, mainly working with elders and intergenerational groups. She believes everyone’s voice counts.
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