A Walk Into the Woods at Lughnasadh

[Fae]

Searching for the perfect spot to sit,
needing to experience the woods in all its reality.
Sitting quietly, calmly watching,
seeing how the trees and saplings grow.
Reaching for the sky making a space for themselves,
in relation to each other.

The trees are gathering their sap,
storing it in preparation for the winter season.
Stop, listen you can hear them drinking.
The berries are ripe and juicy,
ready for harvest.
Shh! the animals are coming to feast.

A sense of calm, peacefulness,
a gaining of knowledge.
The true meaning of Mother Earth,
all that she encompasses.
As the wheel turns and the seasons change,
understanding what it means to the animals and plants.
How each acts in perfect harmony with the Mother.

The smell of the soil, with its entire total ness,
of life, death, rot, decay, and rebirth.
The taste of constant change and movement,
puts order in my life.

[Guest]

Beautifully done, Ce'Nedra! You put me right in the middle of your woodland!

Peace,

[EarthWard]

"life, death, rot, decay, and rebirth"

Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!

[Fae]

Thank you, thank you.

But the credit goes to Oakwyse who was very patient, helping me take a good idea and turn it into a poem.

But look out I may inflict more pain than joy in the coming months....LOL

[lupiana]

Hon, it's beautiuful! I loved the imagery and the symbolism...

[Piastra]

smile. i told you i love to watch the awen flow, and you surely did not disappoint me. what a beautiful and evocative piece. i am delighted to read it. your honey should be setting your own work to music, rather than mine. geez!

as for paining us with future poems, grin, i am a masochist, anyway - whip, beat me, make me feel cheap....

much love
my friend,
carragh

[Unikorn]

bEautiful - surely one of my favourite times of the year and thank you for taking me to a Northern Hemispheric Lughnassad.

[EarthWard]

I just read your poem again and I could hear in my head your muse like voice reading it.
I hope you write more poetry soon.