Who is on the plum tree?
Time for change! The new season is upon us, and I have always found solace in reading the signs of nature. Leaves fall, and trees might be bare, but underground Spring is already in preparation.
The Plum Tree has been through many changes lately: the sort of forced changes that are are personally hurtful, so as ever, in times such as these, I tend to resort to poetry. The good thing about change is that it makes re-evaluation and transformation possible…
My throat is dry from weeping
Into an ocean
Where a few more droplets will not create a swell.
Nor will the sound of tears spent
Be heard above the curlew cry
Or gulls’ greedy, dry-throated squawks for morsels.
Can I soar above the false cries,
The shouts of fury,
The passion spent and wasted on others?
As I shed my skin
And stand again within my core ~
Within my light
And see it travel on the wind
Or move along the glistening wave
Until it reaches the shore?
(c) Niamh Clune