by Erina Booker
Your hand in mine,
you float your
silver Springtime sounds
up to me –
trilling and chittering
at my side
like a fledgling bird;
You frisk along the path
while I adjust my gait
to your happy dance,
my other hand clasping
the dog’s lead
as he leads the way
with canine authority;
Time’s machinery on my wrist –
toothed wheels cutting the afternoon
away, as shadows lengthen
and gold streamers of late sun
fire-up the trees
in their autumnal garments;
While you, my little one,
who has hallowed me as ‘Gran’,
are the most profound,
and valuable, evidence
of how time has passed
in my own cycles of seasons.

©Erina Booker 2015

(From ‘Between the Layers’, Erina Booker 2013)

About Erina Booker

Erina Booker is a writer, teacher, and counsellor, and her life has been largely about words and the many uses of language. She has written poetry for most of her life, studying at Cornell University, Ithaca, NY, and completing a major in Literature within her Bachelor of Arts degree from Griffith University, Brisbane, Australia. Currently, she has five collections of poems in print. Her sixth, ‘Coalescence’, is her first collaborative venture into the fusion of art and poetry. Her background covers a further range of studies & interests, including Post Graduate Counselling, Applied Science in Medical Imaging, & also Musical Performance with the instruments of piano, flute, and ‘cello. Added to which, she owned and ran a sheep farm in the Central Tablelands of New South Wales for ten years, breeding black sheep, and enjoying the deep connection she feels with the natural world. Her varied experiences inform her writing as she draws on an intricate tapestry of events. Erina Booker lives in Sydney, Australia.

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