trees,
great beasts of old.
ancient not just in age, but in nature,
standing tall, watching all
wise things, trees, knowing all they see
no words do they speak,
with no eyes they see,
they listen to the soft whisper of mycelia and roots,
tells them all they know
Posted in response to the challenge Trees.
the winter makes me so happy
the snow hanging in the trees
the cold biting at you
i love it
oh Icarus, you poor thing.
fell in love with the sun, the sky-
paid the price, i suppose.
why do we always pay the price for love?
Orpheus, lonesome poet,
lost his love because he wanted to tell her they'd made it.
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
and sew it into pillows,
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