For you to begin
Means life can begin
Means your open waves
Flush out our open growth
Greenery, life, bounty
Aglow in the mist of it all
Where wildflowers grow
Where rivers flow
Where, cleansing,
Mountain passes erode and expose
New meaningful branches
That drip drops pulse
Of your giving force
To flood river deltas
That give to each ocean
What was once so far
Only to begin again
The cycle of evaporation,
Condensation, rainfall.
Tag: branches
Windy Winter in the Forest (day 2049)
Green branches and
New logs
Across my path
Dark Trail (day 1310)
Whisper like you’ve lost your eyesight and are trembling with a start, thinking your voice is stuck between your two wings, between your breast and clawing to escape from your Little Red Riding Hood [red] and wet branches of a dead tree [brown].
Sweet Battle (day 785)
I had a dream last night
I dreamed that my path
Was paved with gold
Overhanging branches
And lush bushes
Had been all trimmed back
My shins no longer scraped
Against the stinging nettle
My ankles no longer rubbed
Over zealous bushes
The twigs and decaying leaves
Had all be scraped away
Leaving me a path devoid
Of all natures beautiful wiles
Maybe it was a nightmare
Shocking me to become aware
Of our battle against
Sweet Mother Earth
