It has just been such an Awful Summer after a Terrible Spring which followed a Lousy Damn Winter. It nearly brought me to my knees. Commitment to anything other than the young one’s need, has been a challenging act, a balancing act so as not to tip his ship or scales. We need adults these days, and it appears nonbody has yet grown up. But during the Awful Summer I did manage to complete a few pieces, and this one is my Salute to Autumn, for it was just this Autumn that my mobility has recovered itself. For seven years I have been taken down with physicala issues. Today I can tell you I’m back to hiking, probably dancing AND, once my muscles are ready: dare I put it in words TENNIS!
So here is a poem I wrote to celebrate this Autumn:
I could watch them forever,
Swooping and swarming in unison,
Mimicking ocean anchovies.
Sometimes I think I stare too long:
I begin to see Asian characters
In their synchronistic movement.
A secret message to me
And I don’t get it.
Ten million black birds in the harvest blue sky
Dance madly until
Our sorry winter drives them away.
Normally militant crows avoid them,
Fly low, then form a caucus
In the freshly plowed field,
And curse the starlings.
They know to avoid ten million beaks
Fifty million toes.
Melanie Wood 10/25/2013