Strange In The Wind By Christopher Ross Livingstone

By Christopher Ross Livingstone 

 

Here I am

November, 

The halfway point 

Being the last chapter of 2022

The turning pages 

It isn't as it should be

Or should it be?

 

Whispering and whipping breezes

Energies and memories 

This mild November

Triggers my senses

Here I am

Strange in the wind 

 

Something is calling 

As I go slowly walking 

Foot stepping through the leaves

Flicking up with the leaves with my feet

This mild air is reflecting on in my heart

Memories are here remembering you, Mum

 

I'll sit with this 

Making space and allowing it to breathe 

As this mild November air stirs something inside

I am honouring this divide as I learn to walk on

Knowing you would want me too

Especially on the days where I feel strange in the wind