Stark Winter Trees – poem by Mare

(c) Harold Blum

Stark Winter Trees



stark winter trees

stillness dusted with new snow

tall and gentle sentinels


my steps wend over stones

that emanate ancient stories

partly buried in the earth


as my being soaks up the

winter slumber of a forest’s

restful trunks


they say that elephants sleep

standing still and they remember

all in their lives


as I seek to forget a man

who touched me deeply

but could not extend a kiss


but strong hugs

of a spirit bear that vanished

as quickly as he appeared


such a bear would find these woods

still and perhaps scratch his back

on a large trunk


that has sunk its roots so deep

into the fecund forest soil

to be a shelter and gift


my heart muscles are being

tested on this mountain with

a par amour that has gone awry


yet the stones speak to me

of a love so much more potent

as present as the sunlight


beyond the gray skies that send

wisps of snowflakes down

these very crystalline flakes


a romance between sun and sky

and shifts in the season

as each tree nook holds the snow


a hug of the elements

to wood and I am walking in

the winter boudoir of a forest


that only wants to caress my heart

and my feet onward over stones

that sing of a bliss beyond any mortal’s grasp.

About Mare Cromwell

Referred to as “The Voice of Earth Mother” by a gifted Shoshone elder, Mare Cromwell is a multi-award-winning author, Medicine woman/Lightworker and healer. She has also been told by another gifted elder that her work with Earth Mother is in the prophecies. Her books include: "The Great Mother Bible"; "Messages from Mother.... Earth Mother"; and "If I gave you God’s phone number.... Searching for Spirituality in America". She has studied with Native American teachers for twenty-two years and sat on the World Council for Wisdom Gatherings for three years. Mare leads workshops on our Sacred Planet-Earth Mother, Womb Wisdom and Sacred Silliness and more. She is the visionary and producer of the 1000 Goddesses Gathering in Washington DC. Mare loves to be involved in Ceremony. She is also a former worm herder. She calls Western Maryland home.
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