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

Mare Cromwell is the award-winning author of "Messages from Mother.... Earth Mother" and "If I gave you God's phone number....Searching for Spirituality in America." She is currently working on her third book: "The Great Mother Bible." She has studied with Native American teachers for eighteen years and sits on the World Council for Wisdom Gatherings. Mare calls Western Maryland her home. To learn more about her books, go to http://www.pamoonpress.com. (Note: she is a former worm herder. ;~)
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