The Thrum

It is before
the bell strikes
that I am
struck

by the sound
a bright thrum
through my
heart

perfect and
unbroken

that remains
long after

solid, singing
notes have
come and
gone

long after
the breath

-the last one

I wrote this with a meditation bell in mind. I think it could also be about being struck by an idea or insight.

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Turning of the Year

There is a

dark green

turning

of the world.

 

Fires roar,

scattered

earth mountains

explode

 

great oceans

pulled into

the sky

whiten

into falling

snow.

 

Green spirit, the land

is changed

where you walk.

 

Trees speak

with your breath

 

tiny creatures

are revealed,

illuminated

by your fires

 

you tameĀ us

all wild things

our fiery longing

our oceans of fear

our windswept hearts

until

we begin

again

gentle,

quiet as

fallen snow.