Winds Pass Through

nature poem

 

 

 

winds pass through branches; ghost music, arms and stalks 
rock and wave as if to an unheard rhythm, unseen forces

interacting with life,

perhaps as angels and demons sway humans at times

 

each blossom, a dream bursting and blooming, coming
to fruition; transforming in frail hands, sunlight seeps

woody fingers; gently spreading illumination, opening petals

and secrets in a colorful explosion of passion, sky lending

it‘s majesty to it’s earthbound children, then water is sent to
stir the earth and split seed casings—

 

birthing new children to love, as the eldest siblings become

the earth, wind and water with which to nourish the newest;

never truly dying as eternal cycles bring old and new

together in constant marriages that are moved only

by the sun’s loving and condoning energy—warm flowing

caresses that glue all living things together;

 

their wedding dances driven by wind,
their knowledge fed from the earth,

their wisdom: the water that flows forever

 

as they all reach skyward to be closer to the god that

originates and maintains

the processes that make finite and infinite lives possible,

and when those lives become lonely for their ancestors,

 

winds pass through branches;

Here dances with Beyond

Author's Note

Happy Mardi Gras!

Reviews

[Luna Tique Fringe]

Well.. this just comes alive on the page. So many times I have read poems on a similar vein that come out all smarmy and sachacarine sweet...but this is written with both elegance and eloquence. Beautifully expressed and deeply spiritual. No nit-picks from me!!

I'm so glad I stopped by. : )