L.M. Montgomery, writer of Anne of Green Gables, is a woman whose life was not what I had expected. Her life was marred by tragedy, yet she pressed on with her books.
The Tragic Life of L.M. Montgomery
Tag: depression
“Come Sleep.”
The Sun is setting; Roots of trees Creep ‘round my Tired bones. All the Nymphs have Bowed their heads— The Daisy and The Rose. Calling me, They ask for help— Or ask for me To come With them to Sleep Until the spring, For they and I Are one.
Lament
Leaves will change From green to gold, Like they do every year— But I cannot Watch them crisp Without shedding a tear. The cricket-chorus Will be gone, Our bushes will be still. When frost sets in, Ice-cold like death, I will absorb the chill. Even lovely things Need sleep To flourish in the day. Flowers … Continue reading Lament
Unraveled
Two broken souls met On the road less traveled. One longed to forget That he’d come unraveled. The other soul, aching, Cursed up at the sky. Her every step shaking, She cried out, “Why?” Their paths met at last, And the silence was loud. Their breath came out fast In the frost, forming cloud. Walk … Continue reading Unraveled
Wood of Unrest
Stars above flash in their envy; The Stream below's crying out loud. Even the Lady Moon turns away, Concealing her face in a shroud. A body of crimson Trees shiver. Cricket-song rises, protest! An ancient Wood full of enchantment Knows no spell to give it rest. Are these the days of Beginning-- Or is it … Continue reading Wood of Unrest
The Grudge
What am I going to do when the season ends and my flowers begin to die? How will I cope when I go outside in the morning and, instead of seeing a new darling has bloomed, I find the stalks becoming dry and crinkly—these gentle plants that brought butterflies and bees and joy to my … Continue reading The Grudge
A Whisper in a Daydream on a Hill
Recently I learned that a friend with whom I had been very close a few years ago died suddenly. I don’t know the details and don’t think I could handle getting into them. It has unearthed a whole new set of emotions in me, things I had only read about before in books. There’s the … Continue reading A Whisper in a Daydream on a Hill
Mariella Hunt 