The woods in autumn rain

Inspired by

Nothing stirs, nothing moves
in the still damp air
green leaves turning
to silent shades of brown
hanging lifeless from
lonely reaching branches
tears dripping down on soft earth
sparkle, then drown
in dark pools of sombre sky
smoke from a distant fire
drifts through the hushed wood
invisible and invasive
as a memory
I stand alone beneath the grieving trees
joined in sadness.

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Tenderly

tenderly

She doesn’t ask for gratitude

she doesn’t ask for recognition

she bears all our sorrow

so tenderly

with no harsh word

of blame or judgement

she wipes away our childish tears

and hushes our weeping

with a gentle touch

she carries each of us

in her heart

knowing our pain

and weakness

reaching a hand

to steady us

when we stumble

loving our vulnerability

while we sleep

she gathers the tears

from our lashes

to wash the hate

from our souls

so that one day

we too may fly.

 

Butterfly

sometimes emotions are elusive

and unnameable

like trying to catch a butterfly

each time you get close

it flies ahead

always keeping

just out of reach.

I don’t know what happened

I had a perfect day filled

with soft light and golden grasses

whispering in the wind

and then I woke crying

I cannot stop the tears

I am sad and

something wonderful

like healing

or being loved

but I cannot hold it

in my hand

to see what it is

this beautiful pain.