
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
Listen!
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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A lovely, healing poem!
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Thank you both!
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the words paint a stunning picture to go with the dramatic images… such beauty!!
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