Portraits in Letter

Tag: trees

  • Mother made a home

    The memories of our old home, they are vague to me now

    But I remember what this place used to look like

    Wild fertile ground, charming and unlivable

    And you, with your rough feminine hands

    You sowed every seed, shaped every tree

    You built every room, painted every wall

    You mended the cracks 

    Bent the sticks and glued the stones 

    You made something of every single nothing

    Until alas,

    Home to creatures that fly, and creatures that crawl

    And those that walk upright when they need to lay down

    You are one with nature and nature is art

    You mother, are art

    And you made us a home

    To me, a paradise to rest my tired mind

    Let me come home and rest in your arms.

  • Guardians of time

    The guardians of time choose places to stand

    Where the insignificant can find them when they’ve run out of wisdom

    They dig their roots deep into the earth we can’t see

    And let the wind caress them as though they were frail

    In helplessness I watch the wind have its way with them

    They shed their autumn leaves without holding back

    How can they not keep a single leaf?

    For the memory of summer or in hope for the spring

    What did the wind promise that they believe in so much?

    What are their roots hiding that they look so unmoved?

    Let me sit here a little longer and perhaps I can learn

    The ancient law of life, from the guardians of time.