within autumn brambles
where heavy light golds,
where acorn meets tide;
another me dies—
another, another,
around and around,
sea-beaten, sky-heavy:
spinning to fall.
*95/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing a poem a day. All photos are mine.
poetry: can you see me
You had me at “where heavy light golds” 😍
Aww, thank you! I love this time of year. The golden light makes me so happy.
I like how the poem sees identity as something almost seasonal, with each version of ourselves eventually falling away, beautifully but inevitably, as time moves on.
Exactly what I was thinking when I wrote this, all the ways our lives reflect the seasons, each season of us dies and makes way for another version.
Aww. Delightful !
So glad you like this one, Selma!
Autumn leaves. 🙂
It’s my favorite time of year!
Very well done, compressed. I must admit, though, I kept going back to the photo. Never seen an acorn like that and certainly not poking into a sand dollar.
Our house has lots of nature treasures, and I walked by the art table and saw someone had combined those two, just like that. I snapped a photo and the poem came shortly after. Sometimes when they come so easy I think “that’s no good” because it kind of just flowed…but then I think…tomorrow I can try again. 🙂