Poem:
SILENCE

Date
04/06/2024

I thought you stopped speaking,

but I guess I stopped hearing.

stopped listening for clarity,

neath the clouds in the clearing.

stopped dropping to my knees,

to feel your pulse in the sand.

stopped slowing, stopped sowing.

Traded wanders for plans.

Now my hands hold you gently,

lest I lost all that's subtle.

And I pray to my Gods

in the sage and the rubble,

that my struggle may find

its way back to the Earth.

Holy seed for my soul,

Oh the soil, sweet rebirth.

Poem:
SOILED

Date
02/21/2020

Death and dying feed the dirt.

Decay it feeds the trees.

Antlers, skin and rust reborn

as blossoms for the bees.

Thank you for the leaves, the stems,

and thank you for the fruits.

Thank you for the flesh and bones

that wrap around the roots.