Green to gold to grey

We all return to the clay

Life will find a way

Whether I fly or

fight the weather, together

We tie the tether

My seal is on fire

Moving thickly though the mire

Bogged down and dire

Dawn, day, dusk, darkness

Morn, meridian, murk, moon

Ning, noon, neep and night

Restless we stagger

Leaves litter the haggard fields

Birds flee, badgers hide

I will never reach

The heights to which you can soar

Should I just curl up?

Is this a land glitch?

Did I stumble in a ditch?

Did you miss a stitch?

White wash clouds close in

Cocooning us in warm shells

How will you emerge?

Growing doesn’t last

Blowing in the summer wind

Throwing in the towel

Tangled in the thorns

Between briar and bramble

Uncomfortable truth

Falling in the cracks

Of irrationality

Lost in a minefield

Keep perfectly still

Don’t speak, don’t breathe, don’t look up

Stay invisible

Autumn’s ocre hues

Graduate their way to grey

I absorb them all

As the river bends

I find myself on the path

Of least resistance

Rapid river run

Let the current take you home

Ever flowing on

Worn tracks in the grass

All that’s left of summer days

So keen they race by

Look beyond rooftops

Knot your mind with oak and thorn

And let the ash rise

The water takes me

Wherever it wants to go

I am a river

Up above we play

While the river ever runs

Obliviously

Dive and swoop and turn

Inbetween the river banks

Rolling water churns

Follow the moonlight

Past the fairies and wood nymphs

Down to the river

As the sun falls down

Clouds turn into mountain tops

Feet return to ground