Red on Blue by Sara Wright

I dreamed her name

not long before light –

Pages fell out

of a story

written in blood.

Every spring

the words repeat

as mist rises

over the river.

Harsh white light

burns violet blue.

She changes everything

she touches

and changes nothing

at all.

Drowning –

the mystic succumbs.

Painting gray bark

sea green

she releases,

tender skin

to killing frost

at dawn.

Bare trees

embrace her.

‘Listen to our heartbeat

breathe deep

slow your pulse

to match our own.

When coyotes

howl at midnight


Beloved Doves

coo healing songs.’

I Love You.

Sara is a naturalist, ethologist (a person who studies animals in their natural habitats) (former) Jungian Pattern Analyst, and a writer. She publishes her work regularly in a number of different venues and is presently living in Maine.

Categories: Earth-based spirituality, Ecofeminism, General, Nature

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4 replies

  1. Yes!

    Liked by 2 people

  2. the words paint a stunning picture to go with the dramatic images… such beauty!!


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