This poem is one of my personal favorites that I’ve written. I wrote it after having gone in and through a particularly difficult time. It continues to bring me solace today.
past the borders of happiness and unhappiness
a rim of fire oaks bid me on the blue horizon
smooth hand like leaves held me there
while the first hard rain fell
I kneeled and leaned into the heady fragrance
of an ancient wisdom revealed
beneath the old rough timber
it spoke of the delicate balance in being
at once firmly rooted while gently yielding
whenever the fall winds swept through
I heard of the necessity of winter’s annual arrival
for stillness is the silent cathedral of the earth
I learned that what drops away gives rise to rich black loam
so that nothing that is cherished ever perishes
listening intently now, the old knowing timber whispered
how it never seeks to contain what cuts deep
no, you give it up to the low slung clouds overhead
to be carried on the wings of the air
©heartsdeesire
