THE SKELETON TREE by Sara Wright

Moderator’s note: Our long time writer Sara Wright fell recently and broke her hip. I am writing this with her permission. Here is how she describes herself on our contributor’s page: Sara Wright  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.

Sara is always reminding us to listen deeply to the earth, the animals, the plants and all of nature. Her revelations are always poignant, instructional and helps, encourages, pleads with to the re-member that we are the natural world and we must cherish our “roots.”

To Sara, heal quickly and continue to write for us.

Here is what she wrote about her accident.

LITTLE DID I KNOW

IT WAS ME

RIPPED BY HER ROOTS

TORN FROM WET GROUND

UNABLE TO STAND

HER BONY FINGERS

MY OWN

SHATTERING

SCREAMS

THE ANGUISH OF

BELOVED DOGS

THE LAST SOUNDS

I HEARD BEFORE

 BEING TOWED AWAY

THROUGH A DRUGGED HAZE

TWO FAT WHITE CROSSES

SIDE BY SIDE

TOLD THE STORY

AND I SURRENERED…

THE MONSTER BOYS

TWO FACED TWINS

FALLEN

FROM SPLINTERED

STARS

IF IT’S TIME

TAKE ME HOME

TO WITHERING LEAVES

AND BITTERSWEET

ORANGE

CRACKLING PALMS

LET ME

HEAR

A CHICKADEE

WRAP MY ARMS

AROUND

TWO WARM

ANIMAL BODIES

FEEL LIFE

AND PEACE

PULSING

THROUH THEM

AS I FEEL

MYSELF SLIPPING AWAY

LET ME HEAR

 MY DOVE

SING

FEEL

THE EARTH

RISE UP

AROUND ME

HOLD ME

IN HER ARMS

THE ONLY

MOTHER

I HAVE EVER KNOWN.

THE ANIMAL HEALER’S

 LOVE SAVED ME.

THE MONSTER TWINS

ARE DEAD.