While Mother Earth watches herself die, Sees her fields fade to brown And trees bare their bones, We sit and watch frozen tears glisten Falling from eyes gone grey and cloudy, Covering the dead in a sheet of white To wait patiently for the breath of rebirth
It is a warm summer night I am 8 years old My bare feet are stained Caliche rock white A remnant Of hide-and-seek I am alone In my room My sisters and cousins Are playing games In the room next to mine My family is outside Papa's laugh Infectious Through the open windows The scent of barbecue Permeates the air I am still full on sopapillas Shared with Mimi After soccer practice And smuggled candy It is a warm summer night I am 8 years old And I am happy
Loneliness on gilded wing Has nothing but a song to sing Crooning softly to an evening sky A dulcet and quite somber sigh In flight through hues of red and gold Warbling a tune that none will behold A requiem from a chorus of one Beneath the quickly setting sun
If you listen very closely You can almost seem to hear The sound of faeries dancing Upon a sea of fallen leaves To an autumn evening hymnal Carried by the river's humming course And the beat of bright red embers Cracking in the frosty breeze
This is a poem about camping out in the great PNW during the beautiful autumn season!
The field behind you has overgrown A wild and formidable sight, As all the seeds that have been sown Now reach out to feel the light You'll want to wander through it all, Watching tree tops sway and dance, While the sun begins to fall And your mind is in a trance Grasses laden with diamond dew drops, Vivid petals and vines of green, Lead you further through a copse Into a place that seems serene When the light is gone don't linger there The time spent lost will bring despair
Red fur glints 'twixt trees galore Above, a flight of swallows soar As they fly deftly through the skies Singing their sweet melodic sighs, The fox moves lithely through the bones Of white birch trees and ancient stones, Weaving his way through the maze ahead Strolling where few have dared to tread Green leaves blot out sun and sky While crows on branches perch to spy So shy a beast that roams alone, The only way it's ever known
You burn so very bright, my love Will you take me with you when you go? Will you carry me in your supernova Let me fly through the stars, Tear through the galaxy bathed In dazzling rays of ethereal light Let me breathe in the sweet silence And dance like a raging fire Before I smolder in the endless dark
Heavy eyelids flutter open to darkness so serene Bare skin is cool and clammy with the slightest summer sheen You walk into the night with moon and stars to guide your way And it doesn't seem to phase you as the trees begin to sway Because you're following a feeling you hold deeper than a dream That in this moment everything is not as it would seem Ahead of you a fire burns, a sun so very bright Yet the silhouettes dancing 'round it sing their praises to the night Porcelain figures move in time with a slow and primal tune As you step into the circle beneath the silver moon Chanting bodies begin their throes As hands intertwine and magic flows Souls woven together through the darkest power Of the overwhelming call of the witching hour
Flower petal dreams Flutter around my head, Kissing my cheeks With softest lips, Whispering gentle lullabies That lead my tired mind Into the arms of sleep
Can I settle In your heart, A most fertile valley, Let me fill My lungs with you, A breath of fresh air, For I have been a wanderer Traveling far and long In search of someone That felt like home
Lanturne is a Japanese form of poetry that consists of 5 lines, written to form the shape of a paper lantern. The syllable pattern in each line is 1,2,3,4,1 respectively.
Wandering into night's embrace, The moon will guide your way As you look up to the sky, See the trees begin to sway You're following a feeling You can hear it in your heart Though this life is at it's end, A delicious one will start Your invitation glows ahead A brightly burning pyre, Silhouettes dance 'round it Howling chants into the fire Writhing bodies greet you, Introduce you to this boon As you step into the circle 'Neath the hanging crystal moon A sacrament will soon begin As Writhing forms reach deep within Souls weave together through inner power The overwhelming magic of the witching hour