Breadth

 -------Breadth-------

A culture that keeps me little,

stunted,

Like a flower in 

unliving ground

Will only see me 

for my color,

Never 

the roots or seed.

For the breadth of I, 

of you, of we

Is a threat 

to this breaking world.

Too much light,

too many dreams,

For the spectacle

to capture.

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Return to Green

 -------Return to Green-------

Dandelion seeds 

and clover

Remind me 

that 

the hurt I carry 

Cannot be fixed 

but rather

Healed 

like fields, 

once stripped to barren 

And left for years 

untended,

Can return to green 

when the flowers 

of dreams 

Blow in 

to land well cared for.

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Summer-Autumn

 -------Summer-Autumn-------

The season  

of the grains 

is turning

Golden 

like the sun

An ode to bread,

to summer-

autumn,

To death

and life beyond.

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Thistles

 -------Thistles-------

The sky is filling 

With clouds 

of seeds

Each, like I, adrifting

With nowhere 

in mind

But a purpose inside

Upon the wind 

adrifting.

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Lughnasadh

 -------Lughnasadh-------

The river sound 

of cottonwoods

Flowing in the wind

Rounding stones 

and the edge of seasons

As Autumn

come August

begins.

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