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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…
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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,…
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Flowers In My Hair
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 stay, Even after a farewell.…
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Resignation
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.
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The Legend of the Blue Lady
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, the sound. A lad claimed…
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“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.
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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…
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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…
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Timepieces
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, Memories burning. Go check the…
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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…
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Seasonchange
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 work is done.
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True Love
“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 this wizened tree! Pine-tree trembled,…
Mariella Hunt & the Tearoom 