After

And now they are gone,
blown to the wind like autumn seeds,
invisible for a while,
as you rest
and wait for the wild eruption
of spring.

About this poem

It was a weekend of many friends, creative souls gathering at Jon Katz’s Bedlam Farm Open House. A bi-annual event, it’s become a mecca for some, a place to rekindle friendships and fire up spirits.

Yesterday, one by one, we all slipped away,. heading back to our homes, bursting with emotion, and energy and the great joy will be seeing what matter of things come out of these few days together.

This poem is dedicated to Jon, who conceived and nurtured the group with a loving, iron hand of encouragement.

Tom