Did you see the stars tonight? I could hear them cry Watching human promises, Every one a lie. The stars above, among themselves, Feel no need to compete. Each is glad for her own light, Sacred and complete. One by one they turn away, Collapsing in despair: Their grief consuming everything, Leaving their wrath fair. … Continue reading Stars
Category: Poetry
l’automne
Your bookshelves are empty. Outside, the leaves fall. We're waiting through The saddest autumn of all. Your piano is sleeping— Too great for my hands. Still, I will play ‘Til my heart understands. I took home your paper To sketch out your face, But you have a smile That art can't replace. The trees out … Continue reading l’automne
Owlhearted
I am owlhearted. I sing and then I rest On the highest shelf, on which I made a cozy nest. I am owlhearted. I slumber in the day. Fairies will come out at night, And that is when I play. I am owlhearted. You can’t deceive me, For it is not with my eyes, But … Continue reading Owlhearted
Ink & Gold
I couldn’t put in ink a thought To justify the gold unfurled, As sleep began to settle on My precious, quiet world. No nature lover could have asked For her to stay awake. Living things could never work Without a well-earned break. Yet falling leaves can sound like tears As flowers die and stir my … Continue reading Ink & Gold
Moonsong
The Moon began her lullaby Long before I was born. She sees nothing new on earth; Why do I fear her scorn? If she did not like me, She would still have to shine down. She cannot pick favorites: All who live bask in her crown.
Interlude: Autumn
I breathe. The scent of Dampened earth Is rising from the ground. It mingles with the Pungent smoke, A neighbor’s fireplace. My garden’s fading; Falling leaves Create the only sound. I settle down; October air feels Cool against my face.
Tuesday Morning’s Child
Snowy hills have piled; Whispering wind is heard. Only Tuesday morning’s child Makes out every word. Frosty window-glass, Snowy blankets grand. Which dark things have come to pass Upon this frigid land? Things the sun has seen, Things the moon will mourn, Until every soul has passed Away and been Reborn. How can human tongue, … Continue reading Tuesday Morning’s Child
Near Eden
Water cupped in my two hands Bears the rich taste of the land. Paths that loved me brought me here: Eden must be near. Maybe when I’ve breathed my last, When what I know of earth has passed, I will wander, light and free, Underneath this canopy. I drink. The water’s fresh and clean, And … Continue reading Near Eden
Let the Land Rest
Why are you afraid to feel The yearly sleep of winter, When there’s frost-scent in the air And leaves from the trees splinter? Have you never longed to curl up Underneath a quilt, After a long day of toil Caused your soul to wilt? Wasn’t it the sweetest rest When you could move no more? … Continue reading Let the Land Rest
Butterfly
Trap a butterfly In the wood. It would fly away, If it could. It too longs to Spread its wings, Hearing what the Season sings. It fades into The sky above. Learn what it can Say of love. Where’s it going? Why was it made? Will its colors Ever fade?
Leisure Time
Let’s sit in the Wood for hours. All our tasks at home can wait. I’ll point out the pretty flowers, While you talk to me of fate. My struggle, I must confess, Is living life to a strict law: Checking tasks off of a list, Seeking a day without flaw. The real flaw is to … Continue reading Leisure Time
On Love
Let not your heart be parted To be placed in strangers’ hands, Because hearts are fragile; They will break in loveless lands. You’ll find out who loves you When your heart they do not steal. Seeing you become so frail, They will help you heal. If one day your heart insists On care from someone … Continue reading On Love
Mariella Hunt 