"Where love and joy have visited, there exists heaven."
Gillian Cornwall
Scent of pine
and
Spinning maple
on the winds
crimson one side
white-pink the other
Traveling tree to soil
the swan song
A river grows
in the gulch
below
autumn rains
housekeep its bed
for salmon's journey home
They will run red
run rampant
run wild
not knowing the fate
befallen
their farmed friends
Autumnal cries
eagles in aeries
await post-coital fish death
freshly battered
from their fight
back
to breed
to die
proud warriors
While beneath the pebbles
new lives begin
in their watery worlds
What life is this?
In this forest deep
my soul can sleep
where all is simple
where life is sweet
-Gillian Cornwall, c. October 28, 2012
3 comments:
So lovely - a journey of worlds - a way back home to the heart.
Thank you Monika! I encourage everyone to view your work in turn. So deeply moving:
http://monikameulman.com/contact-monika-meulman/see-the-beauty-within/
Each season brings the transition of opportunity for intense focus and passionate clarification. Your words are lessons for understanding . . . for those who do not understand and for those who want to be reminded.
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