There is not much space,
In this city,
To be free.
Until I walk amongst you,
Whisper in silence,
Your red leaves,
Blood in autumn,
Ferocious is the light
From the yellow leaves which burn.
Nothing less than stitched by hand,
With swathes of fire,
Yet so quaint are some that glimmer,
Tiny candles in the breeze.
Hope, that is,
Amongst the grumble of the city,
I will always be grateful to you,
The stems from which you shine.
Lighting up rainy days of mine.
If only you,
Continue to grow.
And when you do,
The warmth you bring,
For then it is winter,
No autumn heat can help us through.
But the brightness of your berries once more,
Means we can rejoice again.
And because of this,
I thank you.
Katie Silver has always had a strong affinity with nature and the outdoors.
She studied geography at Newcastle University where she wrote a dissertation about organic farming in South Africa, whilst living on two farms in the Western Cape.
The impact of place attachment and environmental identity upon sustainable behaviours had rarely been touched upon in previous research, but is an area she has always had a great interest in.
This is Katie's first poem. It was inspired by Hampstead Heath, where she grew up - and conclusively refers to as her favourite place in London.
She hopes that it will demonstrate her own attachment to it.