for a brief moment
my hopes and dreams
are wrapped within
and with one breath
i send my wish
on the wind
July’s full moon, often called the Buck or Thunder moon, rises early over our homestead in the Okanogan Highlands of Washington State.
The full moon lives up to its name with constant thunderstorms that rumble over the highlands every afternoon. And recently we’ve spotted a young buck down by the pond.
Cheers to long summer days and mesmerizing summer nights under the Thunder Moon!
deep within the forest
the secrets of the healers
magical spores, infused
with the elixir of life,
float upon the woodland air
taking root at the foot of the
the giants stand vigil
protecting and preserving
the healing elixir
in days of old, shaman harvested
and cultivated the magic roots,
healing their people, but
the shaman of yesteryear are gone
and with progress came the great rift
separating the ancients
the ancients claw up through the rift
stretching to heal their wounds
and reconnect with their kind
yet the rift remains
layer upon layer
of hardened sand, rock, and gravel
severing the ancients
deep within the forest, if you listen closely,
you can still hear the cries of their sorrow
howling in the wind
there is no one left to protect the woodland
the elixir of life hangs in the balance
I'm back! I hope you enjoyed this prose poem.
It serves as the prologue in my book,
A Conspiracy of Witches.
The book is still in the edit stage,
but I hope to work on it more consistently
and share my progress with you.
I plan to use my blog to post about my writing
and spiritual journey and share my poetry.
I hope you'll join me.