Poems for the changing seasons
An autumn-into-winter suite is this week’s Poet’s Corner offering from Rima Stachowiak.
Autumn
I look out of my window.
Autumn is building her kingdom
they said she is a witch
for she can turn green to golden brown
with her magic
I say the leaves love her
they give themselves up to her
and ask nothing in return
they know their death is as close as the ground.
The dust
The dust is dead
died in the arms of the earth
buried by the faithful wind –
without a funeral.
They lived once –
in summertime
where the wind blew
and where the rain was an uninvited guest.
In their short life,
they danced,
they sang, and
they laughed.
Then came the cold winter –
along with the crying rain.
Together they ended the dust
the dust is dead
died in the arms of the earth
buried by the faithful wind –
without a funeral.
The morning dew and wild grass
You are the morning dew
and I am the wild grass
every morning I wake up with a
crown on my head
a beautiful crystal drop
you risk your life to be with me
because we both know –
the sun will end you…
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Rima Stachowiak is an Indonesian writer who grew up in Bali and currently lives in Poland. Taking English as a college major, she graduated with honours to progress to CELTA, Certificate in Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages administered through Cambridge University, and she now teaches at an English language school in Poland. Making her way into the world of English poetry, has had its contrasting, complementary inspirations. Nature and the seasons, experienced on hiking trips with her Polish husband in Poland’s mountains and parks, and the writings of 19th-century American poet Emily Dickinson have been two of them.
Readers’ original and unpublished poems of up to 40 lines can be emailed, with postal address, to [email protected]. Submissions should be in the body of the email, not as attachments. A poetry book will be awarded to each accepted contributor.