a prerequisite to springtime

i see a beautiful tree, leaves

tumbling from its boughs

outstretched limbs, relief in letting go

a burden never meant to carry

alone.

 

she lets the breeze

borrow the load;

she lets the river

carry off her sorrow.

 

each crumbling memory

no longer rooted in pain

an autumn death which

brings renewal and

new breath.

Peace in storms

What kind of lightness is now set into my soul

Where a store of chaos has fallen from its hole?

I crammed in every if and dream

The nightmares singing their trancelike screams…

Now, exposed, they all flood out;

A waterfall of wasted doubt.

Why die to tame the lightning and wind?

Why not instead bind the star within

I cannot control where the air-fire strikes

But my heart? It is mine.

And it shall do as I like.

water-walking

I wander through unknowns, shivering valleys and deeper lows

My dreams reflect the darkness new- but somehow light is shimmering too

I find myself awash in breath, a consolation in the land of death…

What waits beyond I do not know. A lonely hall dipping dark and low. I will not find what I expect-

But the Lion of Judah, prowling ahead.

Low tide

I can feel myself
Healing, growing, and learning
It is a blessing.

Though I am not sure
What is changing within me;
Chaos is fleeing.

For the first time in
A painfully long nightmare
I can breathe freely.

There is not any
Panic blossoming within
Just a warm, slow peace.

Such slowness is rare
In my life it has been few;
I will consume it.

Steady, soft, complete
My heartbeat returns to me
Where it always was.