Woodland paths glimmer
in the breath of dawn
and shadows withdraw,
musky miasmas of mulch.
Leaves spin, dizzy helicopters,
colours bright as fire, until they land
in a dog-pile and rot underfoot.
Wracked with weather scars,
ancient trees slow, branch and root,
their fissures adorned with fungus
and spiralling mushrooms
of sulphurous yellow, orange and red.
Voluptuous earthy autumn
lures the world to her winter bed.
Kim M. Russell, 7th November 2019
My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Authenticity
This week Susan asks interesting questions. What makes each of us authentic? Where and when are we most authentic? Do people perceive us as inauthentic if we change? In what ways does authenticity shape anyone’s writing and art?
She has shared quotes from Rilke, Auden and Brené Brown, as well as stunning poetry from Wallace Stevens, Edna St Vincent Millay and Paul Laurence Dunbar.