Monday, December 13, 2010

Nested in the Northwest

Nested in the Northwest
Every raindrop a kiss, a blessing from the sky herself
The lower the cloud, the tighter the embrace
The fog protecting, holding
The earth here
wants to blanket me in moss
Cover my body in her abundance
And take me back
Into her arms
Down into the fertile soil
Encompassing me whole
Leaving only a free soul
Able to drift up
Lightened of living load

*I wrote the poem thinking of abundance and acceptance, of nature itself. Only after I read it back to myself, did I see some resemblance to death. But it's really about life. Even so, aren't they just sides of the same coin?

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