I’m not sure about this poem. I wrote it the other day after going down to the lake to write something about feeling close to nature and the beginnings of the autumn season. It ended up like this, as a reflection on what it is to be. – How long does it take before we occupy our ‘place’ in reality, before we can confidently say: ‘I see.’


geese fly 
as the wind blows 
as autumn crosses the road
as winter’s 
crawls underground

it takes more than one
quick breath
to fall in love with what you see
and takes instead
a life of waiting
in the space 
that’s becoming you

standing here
is an easy bliss
for me

geese fly 
because they know the wait
and the time it takes
to get here

- lakeside
as the wind blows
and autumn crosses the road

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Stphen R K Fender

I enjoy experimental writing. I do not see myself ever fitting in with, and following, the standard literary route. I am a creative writer which means I like to experiment with words, styles and platforms.

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