Stand Tall

Autumn’s rot
wet foliage
shredded 
browns
golds
crimsons
scent of decay
filling nostrils
not unpleasant
not to be worn as perfume
climbing upward
heart racing
eyes trained
no prize
no destiny
new road
new desire 
for self
reach high
never stop
obstacles
not a one
but your own
indifference
your own…..
neglect
has brought this brokenness
this sickness you wish to excise.
Hill steepens
breath gasped
stop
pause
turn…..
mauve
pink
golden rays
reach 
seek
upturned face
tears
unremarked
never felt 
cleansed
found
peace
serenity
beauty
fall to knees
head bent
sorrows awashed
burgeoning sense 
acceptance
forgiveness
care 
for faults
for sins
for errors plowed.
Stand 
head back
shoulders square
face foreward
no more back
each step
study of earnestment
life to be lived
shadowed no more.
 
©October 20/20
Picture is my own

Guardian of Life

Born
as all are
tiny dew drop
slick upon leaf
golden prism
light breaks
giving birth
to a living angel.
Life was a trial
abuse
abandonment
fear
depression
heartache
piled
rock
upon 
rock
a cairn
built with tears
with broken bones
with broken heart
yet still
a smile
she wore upon her face.
Sticks and stones
faced them all
allowing not bitterness
no recriminations
emphatic she was
to forgive them all.
As night’s last light fades
she stands
atop hill
hands raised
praise given
to Mother Earth
a healing 
if one will
started
with one small forgiveness.
 
©Sept. 2/20
Picture is my own