Autumnal Surge

This is a redraft of a poem I originally titled, "Moving On" - Feedback welcome!

Autumnal Surge

Time has come to one fallen in this season’s grace.
To reflect on former selves, memories of what once was;

A rustle of colour springs to the eye
Beading and blinding like
That of a sea of autumnal surge. Splashing
And swirling about this
Craggy stack, embracing
The iris of his being. When…
Realisation flooding,

Fragments of self, and old –

Falling gracefully –

Haphazardly –

Before that very eye –

One’s life caught forever more –

Floored. Across this season’s carpet,
Debris of former lives lived and dispersed and
Fallen. Fallen in place. To take the space recycled once more.

Exit the wooded mind and step into the unknown.