Poetry
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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. Continue reading
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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. Continue reading
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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
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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
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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
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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? Continue reading
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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
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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
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A Star
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 fog To shine her light. Continue reading
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Twirl
Twirl with me; I’m dressed As if I had died Years ago. Memories will Wrap around us Like rolls of Fine silk. You can never Know for sure Where our old waltz Could go. Wear your gloves And we shall trot; See the moon? Pale as milk! Twirl with me: This music Follows you If… Continue reading
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Grandmas
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 an ocean wide, The deepest… Continue reading
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Forest is Dying
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 lying. Here I will stay,… Continue reading
Mariella Hunt & the Tearoom 