A guest blog … a poem for the season, by the Rev. Jean Shannon, Uniting Church Minister serving on the Sapphire Coast in southern NSW.
The sun warms my knees
while puffs of cool air
tell me winter is
waiting in the wings.
Holding her breath:
a sharp intake of awe
to the turning leaves – foreign but loving…
and the eucalypt speak suddenly silver or
more blue than green.
The trees whisper softly of what will come.
There is a smell that is cleanly autumn:
of soil and nutmeg and some grounded spice.
The air moves differently and tells a story -
that leaves will fall and icy wind invade.
Earth’s almanac predicting death and resurrection.
How much life must die,
and pull the earth over them like linen.
Who will love them deep in their graves
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