The Silent Screams of Gaia

She whirls with anger, ruckus in the wind,
defeat ripping the leaves from Her limbs, murderous

The loud groans of the heavy-engined monsters drown out the smooth
melodies of the winged choir,
the critters run blindly along the smoggy roots and stones,
their nearby comfort a distant memory
while the plants scream a silence the pierces the soul
of Her terrain

In Her own defense, She pulls the rain from the clouds,
scraping Her nails across the sky and leaving Her threats
of bright lit bolts

With a heavy downpour, She begs, She pleads through the
waves nearest to the furthest seas for the simplicity of being,
but Her sorrows go ignored and shall continue so,
for the infiltrating noise surpasses the frequency of peace
with the intention to crack Her core,

And it is then, with unfortunate delight, that She may engulf
us all into Her fiery wrath

Where Art Thou, Spring?

Withered
the maple tree wore wet leaves
hung depressed from a somber day
in the middle of May
Spring, an imaginary figment
holding hostage the smell of
sweet peonies
blushing in their resplendency
Keeping back the intricate
shadows of the neighbourhood feline
struck against the cement trails
Instead the heavens
feed the soil with its globules
Promising a late yet beautiful bloom
in patient time

Within This Realm

It was kismet
the way the grey kissed the sky
Flush with the tears from the gods up high
The mist squeezed eagerly from the pregnant clouds
rogue drops hitchhiking on the coat tails of the wind
along the bend of the mountain tops
mist turned to sleet and fell at the feet of the
royal oaks the lined the richest banks of the
loneliest rivers
A quiver of Zeus’s breath sent a fresh gust
of scented earth shooting across the face of the planet
As the clouds slept along the edge of the heavens
peace rained heavily amongst the soil

Oak Strong

Still and bold,

the mantled Oak holds constant;

harbouring a history rich in secrets,

it’s branches strained against the urge to fall

Strong natured,

obedient to its oath of silence and immortality,

loyalty splintered deeply beneath its calloused layers,

greeting trials and tribulation,

an invitation to challenges brewed by Dyeus,

no match made as its wood fights fire with flames sparked by its mothers core;

and there it shall stand for periods more