One Poem by Lynn White

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

Meditation On Autumn

I look into the river
and see how my reflection
moves helplessly in its flow.
It’s moved and changed,
but left stationary,
not moved along
like the fishes
and pebbles
and floating leaves.
Disturbed and abstracted
my image fades and breaks
with the images beyond me.
I feel in danger of being broken up
and washed away
leaf by leaf.
The sweet watery sounds should ease my spirit,
should shut out the babbling inside me.
But even as I put my hands
over my broken ears,
I know that winter
will find a way
in any case.


Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. Find Lynn at and

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