Posted by: aboutalbion | October 24, 2015


Here’s an anonymous poem chosen for the changing season here in the UK.

A Reflection on an Autumn Day

I took up a handful of grain
and let it slip
flowing through my fingers
and I said to myself
this is what it is all about.
There is no longer any room for pretence.
At harvest time the essence is revealed
– the straw and chaff are set aside,
they have done their job.
The grain alone matters
– sacks of pure gold.


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