Something’s in the air as autumn turns
The sun’s still warm but no one burns
A feverishness like rustling leaves
Is it the Divine that breathes?
I feel it all around me now
As if my cloak of care I slough
There’s brightness on the road ahead
And a certain lightness in my tread.
Repressed excitement and elation
Like a train about to leave the station
Where it’s lain neglected far too long;
The exhilarating wind is strong.
Last obstacles are overcome
The engine burgeons into song
The points have all clicked into place
No worries – we have joined the race!
(c) Poet in the woods 2013