NOSTALGIA AND AUTUMN


It is a bleak day
a chill wind
blows chilled shivers
in my brain.
The old man next door
is pruning his pear tree,
he prunes loudly.
In my garden
leaves are scattered,
soon the trees will be bare.
On the radio –
waves of Beethoven
wash over me  –  with
anaesthetised nostalgia :
I remember summer –  is
far, far away.


* Maureen Wheldon says “Here's a wee bio bit: Amongst the general rush of everyday life, I recently won second prize in the North Wales Flintshire Poetry Competition. Also I have had quite a lot of my poems accepted and published by small press magazines and journals. This makes the heart feel warm.” Nostalgia and Autumn appears in her collection Leap.