You were there. Like the cherry tree bare and new, tucked in with love and me, cluttered as birdsong, showing you everything wonderful before your eyes had cleared ** I walk now stubble-headed as the harvest field, looking one direction - seeing black and white the blue gum and the sulo bin carved out of street light like midnight statues behind me the house glows gently yellow like your hair and the warm colour of your hug pressed into my dressing gown your thin arms grounding me - that tiny cherry tree showing me the way now reminding me of everything wonderful
I originally posted this on July 4. I have re-worked it just slightly for Sarah O’Connor’s Earthweal prompt: LAMMAS. To be frank, I had never heard of Lammas until yesterday. The fact that I am not Christian and that I don’t live in the Northern Hemisphere are two possible reasons for this gap in my knowledge. I have learned that Lammas is an autumn festival celebrating harvest (mainly in English speaking European countries – a detail on Wikipedia I found puzzling. Why English speaking?).
We are heading into spring here in Australia but the prompt is very broad – talking about harvest in any sense – achievements, personal experience, etc. My health has lately compromised my ability to be the mother my children are used to. I hope this poem about my daughter’s heart-warming response can be accepted in this context.