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.