Poetry ~ The Breakup

In the northern highlands
it's called the breakup,
the thawing of the land

snow and ice recede
replaced by mud and flood

the once peaceful
winter landscape
turns bleak and brown

the churning of icy waters
and dirt prepare the land
for the season ahead

the great "breakthrough"

the rise of the green
the rebirth of life
the coming of spring

the people of the highlands
rejoice!
plant seeds
tend gardens
and revel in having
survived the breakup

Poetry ~ Feeding our Ghosts

feeding our ghosts

The ancestors have arrived! Best stoke the pit!
Smoke billows from the beast ~ an offering heaven sent

The ritual has begun, the feast of ancestral ghosts
The bounty of the harvest stews as elders prepare the roast

Honoring our ancestors keeps their memory alive
Allowing the veil to open from this world to the other side

Ritual and tradition bind generations to their core
So feed your ghosts, make a toast ~ rekindle your family lore

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