Beauty resides where one seeks to find
The gentle reminders
Of this everyday life.
Death and life entwined
Yin and yang,
I walk through my forest
In solitude I seek
Answers to questions
That seem as endless
As my changing moods.
Getting older with each day that passes
Some days not recognizing
The girl now replaced
By someone new.
I have found a courage
To speak my words
To not fear the hand
Of retribution,
I need, no, I must do this
Even if it falls on a strangers ear
This changing
This growth.
They say to be a crone is beautiful
And of this I don’t quite know,
But I need to speak to my wood spirits
Because it is there I find
The solace and peace,
To feel the rich earth beneath my feet
To know the whispers of the wind
As they softly speak my name.
I touch the trees, caress the leaves
And sit amongst these living friends
That show no judgement.
Those old wise beings that heal my spirit
And teach me to look up in pride
Of all I am,
All I have become.
To see past the trees to the sky,
The moon and stars.
The lightning bugs dance their magical waltz
Delighting me to have witnessed
This moment,
And I shall grow more.

Embracing this universe
Making it my own.



Roots driving deeper into the darkness of all it knows
How to survive, to sustain itself
The sheets lay tangled amongst the thrashing legs
Caught in a nightmare, sweat on the skin
Chilled in the night air.
She fights the darkness that drives her under
The weeds tangle her and keeps her from surfacing to the light
The water covering her
She dives below
She is lost.
She looks around at her atmosphere
Twinkling lights fill her head
She sees him before her in the distance
And he reaches out to her
Please come to me,
She is unsure
She wants to be free of this moment
She fights the bonds that hold her down
She knows there is a way out
She closes her eyes
And knows there is more.


Manic muse

This cold lonely day
Thinking of the one
So very far away
What to write
How to tell you
In prose
In word
Back and forth my mind
Racing all night
Awake with the thought
A word on the tip of my tongue
Lost in the transition of sleep to
Now where I sit
Wondering if you will see
Or care
Or take the time
To be a part of my inner ramble
The cosmic muse
The stars align
As the red eye plane goes by
At midnight
Marring my train of
What I really wanted to say
Hope this is enough
For you.