The Light
at dawn
and dusk
breathes gold leaf
into blue.
Deep emerald,
maple wined
trees unfurl,
impervious
to drought.
Thrumming
sap sings,
pulsing
red twigs
have a heartbeat.
All flower buds fatten.
How can I
weave this life force
inside this old body
of mine?
Nature celebrates
her Becoming
with a circlet
of bountiful
wildflowers.
Delicate
Trillium,
Marsh marigolds,
serenade wild bees.
Purple and white
throated violets
spread hearts
across the land.
Trout lilies shimmer.
Bloodroot
petals drift,
the fragrance of
Arbutus fades…
Ephemeral beauty,
each moment is an
eternity in motion.
How can I
weave this life force
inside this old body
of mine?
Around me darkness looms.
Bitten by the Spider.
I am caught
in a sticky net
tangled,
twisted by
Misunderstanding.
Struggling to free myself
I tighten
the rope around
my neck.
Haunted by Separation
I am held in
suspension
by ever thinning air –
Crying out,
in a Wilderness
fashioned from despair.
(Meet Mago Contributor) Sara Wright