Tuesday, May 06, 2008


Photo by S. Auberle

You have done this before,
you are certain of it--
in other lifetimes, perhaps,
fallen to your knees, like today
before these new goddesses:
trout lily, hepatica,
trillium, marybelles...
You feel something ancient
unfurling in your heart,
something buried deep
and long ago.
From childhood you have known
this forest...your lover
mother.. cathedral... friend...
each plant and stone
pulling you earthward,
each spiral of unfolding leaf beckoning:
come, bed in the tender moss,
smell, touch, burrow
You fear, one day,
a siren call,
an irresistible day
when a god rolls over
in the flowers, invites you
to stay and play--
a day on which
you will not return.
- mimi


Anonymous Anonymous said...

What the hell is wrong with people who fail to leave a comment after you give them a poem as meaningful and beautiful as this? The buggers don't deserve you.

- R.

8:16 AM  

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