No peony am Ino refined graces have I to boast ofnor am I a rose,that coveted, is too proud to disarm herselfof her many swordsI am not the stoic lotusthat grows only amid earthy destructionfor I need love,lord knows I need love to growas sunshine from the purest of soulsnourishment in rays of gold...I am… Continue reading Wildflower
Today, the sun
Today, the sun before sunset rested in its seat of warm redAs long, grey, delicate outlines shone the hills and mountains How stoic is this lone star,how resolute and unfailing showing up in his grandeur each day...I can't help admiring The sun does not say to the earth"Not today, for my spirit darkens"What love and… Continue reading Today, the sun
Come now,Embrace the windBrave it, you know howShed your leaves, you have beforeHave let me down like your very boughs Let me curl up like brown, crushed leavesLet me lay down my burdens and die too.Promise me a fresh start, when the season's doneWhen bells begin to ring and Spring's dawnalights upon the hallowed groundMy… Continue reading Winter
The road was lit in a wild flower frenzy - a fray of ferns wayward and hapless, yellow trees rose in a tumultuous melee with battered rocks fragmented and strewn like shrapnel. Crisp cracks housed the dust in the grey concrete; dry buttresses boasted of mossy branches; browning bushes sneaked up suddenly like bandits, as… Continue reading The Wilderness
No one came to gather mewhen I was a beaming fruit Only the sodden earth stretched soiland weary, I fell, n' took rootSo bowed down in the branch I clung,by wind and stormy weather I weathered again, beneath the ground yet bore sun and water better Such smiling hands that planted many moons ago, the… Continue reading Fruit Gathering
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