Forest is my temple
her limbs protect from harm
leaves quietly soothing
ancient whispers work a charm
as I’m transformed to love
in Mother Earth I am bound
privy to her wisdom
and eternally avowed.
© Brenda Aksionov 2019
Forest is my temple
her limbs protect from harm
leaves quietly soothing
ancient whispers work a charm
as I’m transformed to love
in Mother Earth I am bound
privy to her wisdom
and eternally avowed.
© Brenda Aksionov 2019
Wood fire smoke
singes the air
with a carefree scent
I love to wear
these burning memories
of camping days
respecting Mother Earth
in her ancient ways.
© Brenda Aksionov 2019
You search for words
inscribed in the rubble
of scattered syllables
piecing together
your broken sentences.
© Brenda Aksionov 2019
Myriad of flashing diamonds
twinkle in the eye
rapture of stars suspended
in a crystal encrusted sky
of enduring darkness.
© Brenda Aksionov 2019
Life cycle etched
in a perpetual sphere
of mystery within
a cosmic tier
as the infinite circle
of natural law
suffuses the Universe
with enlightening awe
all senses resonate
with vibrations unseen
and our minds meditate
on positive beliefs.
© Brenda Aksionov 2019
A secret place
the forest holds
stolen moments
of memories unfold
in my teepee I sit
fully immersed
beneath clinging branches
as nature conversed.
© Brenda Aksionov 2019