Member Poem

Waves of blue-green blades
sway in unison, the soft breath of spring
cupping the cloud-puffed wool of
lambs suckling mothers' breasts.

Light lengthens and wild purple blooms
of prickling summer foliage grow.
The earth is a warm skin, kissed by
thousands of tiny lips powered from the sun.

Sharp gusts wrestle the trees,
aching limbs creaking under attack.
Surrendered burnt orange and wind kissed
autumn soldiers fall as darkness increases.

Barren as an empty soul, sorrowful
and stark. Outstretched arms, naked
but for buds blanketed in pure white,
waiting for winter's end.

This is where you will find me.