Local Guardians

Composed 4/11/17
Description: For NaPoWriMo.

Gnarled stumps like forest spirits keep sentry
Over golden waves and clusters of scattered brethren
Casting a distant eye toward their homebound caretakers
They ward off demons as solemn duty
In the distance lights cast their ominous glow upon the clouds
Scaring the stars and marring the sunset
A red smog warning to stay away and rooted at their post
Warding off urban dwellers
With their brutal, haunted howls
Unrelenting even in the brightest summer
Ever they remain

Only natives are welcomed here
Those who have endured the winds and winters
And proven themselves friends
To the birds, to the creatures who make their home
Those who roam as once-forest people
Now humble movers of the earth

Transitions

Composed 4/23/14
Description: (Day 23 of NaPoWriMo) I was struck by everything I saw blooming today. Everything suddenly seems to be bursting in color as if to shout to me, “Yes! It really IS spring!”

And yet, despite the vibrant joy nature demonstrates at the moment, I still feel a little fuzzy and… disconnected. I should be as happy as the scenery around me, but… I’m just not. I’m graduating in just a few weeks, and, while that’s wonderful, it’s forbidding and sad too. And that’s when I noticed that the beautiful, freshly blooming trees already had petals scattered all over the ground.

This spring I am
The magnolia trees
For
Even in their silken white splendor
They weep