Mariella Hunt

Carpets of starlight Roll over our lands, Gardens we tilled With our own hands. A dark, silken ocean Flutters beyond; Her song is sweet, Her reach is long. Fireflies twinkling Pay us no mind. Their faint lights Leave us behind. Summer has ended, Autumn is come. The flowers know Their…

“May I have this dance?” Said the ancient oak To the pine-tree grand, She who never spoke. “Won’t you move with me? For our roots are strong, And we both have seen Moments far too long.” Then he held his breath, Hoping she’d agree. O! the wait was death To…

Better watch your step, Stargazing again! Pay attention to the sign. Don’t focus so much on rhyme. You’ll wake up—but when? Stuck in your own head, You’ll soon fall behind. There’s a trap you can’t escape When your thoughts are not in shape. Seek, but you won’t find. Soon the…

With the proper Madness, I will gather all the stars In a wicker basket, for The Universe is ours. Let me live in Wonder of The things they cannot see: I have tried the safer path. It had no room for me. Why are you not dreaming? Don’t you feel…

Autumn’s chill caressed the Wood, And coaxed her into Sleep. Leaves then fluttered from the Boughs Into a towering heap. Man admires the Wild-flower, Gem-like on the ground; But what of the slumbering Tree That cannot make a sound? Are not all things in this Wood Reflecting how, in Life,…

Nature peeled back Summer’s quilt Of flower-beds and all things green. Soon the plants began to wilt; Windows took a frosty sheen. In place of grass, the lawn turned pale Beneath a sheet of fresh, white snow. The pond became a crystal frail; Frigid water lurked below. Picture now that…

There is a sacred hollow Where the fireflies in play, Can inspire a shattered heart With hope for a new day. Wind creeps between the branches Of the trees stronger than time. After rain, the ground sends up A scent rich and sublime. We venture there in daydreams To escape…

Find me in the dead of night, Curled up in my bed but Wading Through the murky dregs of Sleep, Gathered in a pool so deep. Consciousness is breached. The thing intangible that holds me, And in waking hours consoles me, Just out of my reach.

One bright afternoon, you see Some wild birds in play. If you remain silent, You can make out what they say. Sit here in the sunlight, One bird says to her friend. Because in a few short weeks, This fair weather will end. Soon comes hibernation, The ritual of sleep.…

I feel that we’ve found a place Where shadows are of light. It’s the first time I have not been frightened of the night. Crickets on their leaves are singing To the moon above. Fireflies blink in and out And watch the stars with love. Weeping willow is a maiden…

Crickets have a preference for The bush outside my door. They’ve gathered there to make a song I’ve never heard before. If the stars had voices, I would think they’d sound the same— All abuzz with energy, A summer night untame. Wait! here come the fireflies. And look at how…

Lower your voice in the garden. Flowers have songs for the wise. Sometimes you can hear them sing To serenade the skies. Lower your voice here, and listen. This awareness will not hurt. Here, the air is clean and you Skip barefoot on the dirt. One day, you’ll wish you…