Beech Tree In September

by Jonny Watson

 

For five generations I have stood here

Rooted to this spot.

I understand the rhythm and turning of seasons.

I know each month's caress upon the landscape.

Oh leaves, you are my children

Trust me.

Have faith in the one who brought you into birth

And beckoned living water to flow to you through me.

You've heard the rumours of Autumn's savage sheers -

I tell you: do not fret his calling by our door.

From this clay below us

You were breathed into life,

And to this clay you will return

And life will live through you.

When Autumn's cold finger comes upon you,

You will be your most radiant.

Green gives way

To red, brown and yellow.

At your most beautiful,

With the sun low in the sky,

The wind will rush.

And when you let go of my hand

Do not see yourself as falling -

But beginning your journey home.

Jonny Watson

November 2007