I dreamt of Autumn leaves in Summer:
a row of tall beech trees along the road
to Dalston, blazing yellow, and a woman said,
‘It starts like this: they’ll pray tomorrow
and in a few more years, we’ll all be dead.’
I dreamt of seasons turning upside-down
and blood-red furrows fouled the sodden plow
and all of this to those in power was known:
how it was then, and how it would be now.
I dreamt my child was climbing redbrick stairs
to look out on the sunset, on the sea
and I could hardly curb my mother’s fears
that he should fall, and so be lost to me:
We’ve ignored Nature’s warning signs so long
is all she’ll have to say to prove us wrong.
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Sharing with earthweal
This is a true account of a dream I had a few days ago. I do hope its more a reflection of my current anxieties than a premonition! Sharing with earthweal’s Open Link Weekend #124.
Such a poignant poem on a sad day Ingrid.. Did you see me in reader today? I think WP gremlins are playin again. 🤷♀️🤷♀️
Hi Cindy! You are on my reader, don’t worry…just playing catch-up 😅 🏃♀️❤️
Thanks a lot for letting me know. It appears I am for some and not for others.
What a wonderful, vivid dream, recorded eloquently in your poem, Ingrid. It does seem to be a message from Mother Nature! 🙂
Thank you, Cheryl: I do hope it’s not too late!
Love the nature of this poem! It is sad, poignant, and definitely bittersweet, yet the imagery rises easily to mind. <3
Thank you Jaya 🍂
Love this touching piece, Ingrid. Amazing imagery. Wonderful.💕
Thank you Grace 💕
My pleasure .💕
What we do impact on our children.
Hopefully not all dreams come true Ingrid …
I hope so 😳
I would be very worried if I had a young child. I have young grandchildren. This is a beautiful way of expressing a dream. We can only hope to slow down global warming. Thank you 🦋hugs and happy weekend to your family. 🦋
Thank you, Joni: we must start by loving and appreciating the natural world 🌱❤️
The earth has been warning us for a long time. I think we all have anxieties for the world our children are inheriting–even in the best of times we fear for their well-being.. The vision of the trees is so poignant. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe – the seasons do seem to be blurring…
A beautiful poem, the last two lines of which are so beautiful, sad, and true. Wonderful poetry, Ingrid. 🌎
Thank you, Jeff – I wonder when we will start to care for our world!
Timeless writing of today Ingrid.
Thank you Eric 🙏
Love how you’ve incorporated the voice of the woman into the poem…
Thank you, Rajani – that’s how it was in the dream.
Beautifully written lament of what we are losing, Ingrid.
Thank you Marion 🙏
A lot comes to us in dreams. I listen. Be well, dear one. Xoxo
Thanks Selma: you too 🍁
It was rather!
There is so much to love about your poem and about your dream. I’m sure there is an important “message from home” for you within it.
I imagine there must be…thank you Lisa 😊
You’re most welcome.
This poem beautifully expresses the time we are living in…..with our human hopes and fears, the beauty all around, and the downward spiral towards an uncertain future – all at the same time. Your images are so powerful, especially the child climbing, and the mother’s fear.
Thank you, Sherry – it is all swirling around my head somehow!
This is so beautifully written, Ingrid–like the world, beautiful but sad.
I fear for my children and any grandchildren I may have. The earth is being destroyed and our rights are being taken away.
Worrying times, but we persevere!
Indeed, Ingrid. 💙
I enjoyed this! Thank you for sharing. I, too, write poetry and haiku based on my dreams.
This is beautiful in its simplicity and vivid images. I love the verse about watching a child climb a brick red stair. If anxiety dreams result in this creativity they are to be welcomed!
That is a good way to regard them! Thank you Deborah 🙏