Author: wiggins.da

creek

drifting down the trickling creek,

every thought, a ripple around each stone.

i pause and listen to the leaves,

but a promise keeps these words unsaid

talisman

∴ 

raging against these winter storms,

that bend trees under blacked skies

· 

nature’s trance, ritual transforms,

talisman roars, elements rise


traumatized

∴

old growth groves stand strong,

defiant ‘gainst dark’s cruel grasp,

traumatizing hold

·

leaves carry no mournful sighs,

silent strength endures. steadfast

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