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"Awen yn codi o'r cudd ac yn cydio'r cwbl"
- Waldo Williams
(Awen arising from hiding and everything binding)


Dead leaves fallen to ground, lying
Lifeless until stirred by wind and swirled
Into air, a last dance before - sodden -
They sink to earth, dissolving slowly to soil.

So life ebbs away fitfully to otherness
Clinging for a while like a withered leaf
On a bare branch, a bright echo of verdure
In yellow, rust, ochre 
 — drifting, each gust

Bringing more of them to the forest floor:
A carpet of delight before colours fade,
Leaching to brown loam for tree roots
To re-imagine each leaf in some far time

Beyond winter. So we leave the world we know
Hanging on, echoing a life that has left, remembering
And then remembered; meanwhile transformed

To new life somehow, somewhere in time’s flow.

1 comment:

  1. Evocative poem. I particularly like the line 'To re-imagine each leaf in some far time / Beyond winter.' I had never thought of leaves living on before. I'm not sure why. Now I'm seeing them dancing through the Otherworld...


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