Mountain Ash

We’re not suppose to remember everything… we’re human,
nor are we here without a purpose.

The sound of the Sun
as it moves across the Sky,
and how the Stars are born,
bursting into rivers down
around our feet.

Before our first breath,
and directly after our last,
and in a few golden moments
in between.

You didn’t break in and steal all
my gold, nor make a bouquet of
flowers from them…

For in the seam of the river,
the Mountain Ash reflects well,
where you can see the blossoms and where I… I can see you.

Audio recording: Mountain Ash.m4a
(Something a bit different …)

Life Flows Like a River Back to Itself

Photo by me Photo by me: Bella Coola BC

Our life begins
where we end,
just let go,
no matter what’s around the bend.

Our water will forever flow,
down the river to the ocean below.
When the beautiful sun shines bright,
the warm wind blows us up out of sight.

We will fly
to the sky,
where the rainbows roam,
and down the mountain,
back to our home.

Our life begins where we end,
don’t worry,
it’s beautiful my friend.

Oh sweet Children of mine sleep dear,
a new arising will appear.

You may be old and grey,
or a few milleniums away.

The Moon may change,
and Stars rearrange,

The Mountains may crumble,
and Rivers rumble.

The Trees may fall,
and Bees not at all.

But I will sing to you my sweet Children dear,
a new arising will appear.

(you are forever always little pieces of my heart)

A New Arising My Children of Mine

Oh you Raspberry Roots

raspberry rootsOh you Raspberry Roots,
you have uncontrolled bushes.
Your such a pain,
planting yourself,
without any aim.

Your fruit is nice,
minus the seeds,
which get stuck in my teeth,
you remind me of weeds.

Oh you Raspberry Roots,
your pulled and cleared,
you had to go.
I wasn’t such a fan,
as you now must know.

Don’t be upset,
you will find a home,
among those Oak branchs,
where you will roam.

(The Oak branches are referenced from my previous poem Bending grass. The words just fell into place)