Mariella Hunt

An old clock ticks; It’s half-past one. Above, a Star Sees everyone. The broken souls On streets below Have found no cure, No place to go. The old clock has Not known a night When Star has turned Away her sight. Stirred by pity At human fright, She breaks the…

Great love helps a plant grow strong. Her children can withstand the storms Of life when tears become the song And there is much to mourn. Great love gives fire to a hearth When winter nights are long and bleak. She’s nurturing the growing earth, Comforting the weak. Great love—she’s…

Evening’s colder. The crickets are crying. October nears, and The forest is dying. Birds in their companies Far-away flying; Trees shedding foliage— Their forest is dying. I’m in a fog, and My spirit is sighing. Where can I go where My wood isn’t dying? Shadows are stretching; Perhaps I was…

I wear flowers in my hair, Even when they’re not in bloom. Vining plants are everywhere, Winding ‘round my room. God made four seasons to be; He is wise and he is fair. Still, I look around and see The Green is ever there. Let me dream that things can…

Soft, persistent Autumn air, Bringing in the Winter fair. There is much I must forget, But the year’s Not over yet. Cool and smelling Of a hearth. Copper foliage On the earth. Fill my lungs And soothe my soul; Snow will come And find me whole.

She’ll pass through the wood In her midnight-blue gown. Always she visits The sleepy old town. Many have seen her But none know her name. She does not speak to them; It’s all the same. Folk say her weeping Brings trees from the ground, Tears like a river— O! mournful,…

Old watches of silver In glass cases, ticking. How many days have These timepieces seen? How many gloved hands Went to them for guidance? How many places Have these treasures been? Their desperate ticking Is making you itch To run paths forgotten And times far away. Gears are still turning,…