The Weight

 Deep eternal sadness pervades

…..Felt by the woods, now a single tree

Limbs stretched upward as if to keep the sky from falling

Overlooking homes with plastic faces  

Factories manufacture land as “progress” continues to be made

…..Felt by the girl who silently farms on the Appalachian hillside

Knees black with dirt she tries, desperate to restore what had been taken

Root by Root…Seed by Seed….Earth and Hand……

Piercing the veil that lie between

Searching for the Source

..…She finds the Great Mother

An immortally stoic presence

Standing silently weeping …yet still strong and tall

Roots running so long and very far afield

Limbs outreaching…

Aching heart and knowing mind

She reaches out with her Gift unwavering

Bestowing light to her dying Mother

Her gift is met with a sigh…

Sounding on a passing zephyr

You are the gift murmured the Great Mother, from you I need no other

You are a brilliant star among many…balancing the dark of Night

Life is death and Death is life

The Wind and I

Winter’s nocturnal silence lulls my neighbors to sleep 

Her rain drops slowly giving over to fresh fallen snow 

Conjuring memories that remain untold   

I listen to their sounds appearing like whispers   

Slipping from the sky with ease   

Echoing as they land on the now white ground   

Soon all that was will be transformed   

By a whirlwind of frantic flurries

And the night continues on  

Stars once vibrant are now hidden by the storm 

Whirling wind and frozen vapor   

I hear a knock at my door and listen wearily from inside of my Shelter   

I, unlike my neighbor, do not sleep   

Tirelessly trying with no found peace   

The floor has holes and the roof is weeping  

I have lit a million matches with no return   

Why am I still here? And why am I not warm?   

 The knocking continues.  I open the door.

Icy tongue reaches out and licks me

Cold breath rushes by

Is it friend or foe?  I think I know

The Shelter blows to pieces

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Fairy Tale Wedding

Wandering along the forest trail

Lost in thought

Leaves crackle underfoot. Winter sky seems pale

Just a little walk in the woods I find myself thinking

Much like many others

Not seeming to find something new to discover

Up the hill and then back down

Hearing water trickling I turn and follow the bend

Suddenly submerged by the understory of pale beach trees

Leaves flicker like flames in the breeze

Forming a canopy overhead

Pale delicate wedding lace unveiled

Reflecting the image in soft moving water

A wedding venue fit for the fairy queen

Were they expecting me?

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