Seeds

-------Seeds-------

Violent storms may come 

and empty our branches 

before Winter can,

but the forest will keep growing.

The prairie will swallow 

the cold steel that has cut her,

and through cracks in the city

young, green leaves will emerge in Spring.

For the prayer of a thousand seasons

has left its seeds in the Earth,

and buried deep within those

who protect it.

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Fell to the Ground

-------Fell to the Ground-------

It's not what you said that made me smile,

but the way the light

in your eyes danced

when you spoke.

I had forgotten what honesty looked like,

how it sounded.

And then the forest turned gold

and dropped its leaves and 

I, too, forgave to memory,

to this Great Turning of the seasons,

and fell to the ground

laughing.

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Cradled By Mountains

-------Cradled By Mountains-------

Cradled by mountains,

morning lifts the cold and darkness 

from the valley.

A breath of golden light,

leaving us without words.

Without dreams.

To wake

quietly

with the Earth.

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Revolutions

-------Revolutions-------

Dig in your heels

and worry all you like

but the world is going to keep turning,

Emptying your branches clean

so the Light gets in

and young buds can grow.

Come, old man,

come to where your body 

meets the Earth

and listen, to the children playing,

catching the leaves

as they fall.

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From Out the Stillness

-------From Out the Stillness-------

The wind

takes a rest

on a warm day in Autumn,

And the black flies return

as if something sweet and holy I had forgotten

was hiding beneath my skin. 

On the street, a woman dressed in rags

Collects (Draws) small change 

from souls that long to sit beside her.

In all directions,

from out this stillness

awakes a golden memory

Of the blood

that is shared

between us.

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