Nature Poems

the Red Mare rose from her bed starry flowers about her head through my mother’s hands awoke the Tula nan Trì into this house into this hearth our souls we keep a poet’s dream Summer winds fields of wheat pasture for sheep until she bids Gráinne to her side when Bran’s wing covers my eyes and the Darkness looks at me

deep in the hollow sits the Queen unmoving her word is the hearth-fire her name is the binding oath all walls are raised to amplify her breath cell upon cell, the hall is woven a murmur here, a shout there one reed bends, many reeds hold no storm tears the roof we name no warrior of the swarm strike the wall and the air grows sharp they wake without bidding; they guard without sight they ask no question before the teeth, the buzzing comes a deep vibration drone felt in the gut a drum that silences thought bring flame to the hall and the hall bites back the woods give it wide berth, it is not a falsehood

my cille smells of pine no censer can aspire the floor layers of needles, bones and leaves wings flutter on the branches arches holding up the sky Raven flies between the forests Bear awakens deep within the apse the Word is a song of place and time and no place and no time drink of the life force from the long chalice flowing water with memories which flow shallow above and deep below i am not alone my bones are these stones my flesh the softness of birch in youth my breath the vapour of clouds my veins the strength of roots

i placed a wish in a wren's wing released it to the sky my Seeker to the stars flew instead inside of me and whispered away a lie there is no time and space no distance to a sun like an aspen forest what you see as many is really just the One.

Mountain speaks slowly no one generation of us hears the full story its voice the cracking ice in the Spring the hum of wind through the trees a roar of the falls gentle babbling of streams raging scream of summer fire the chatter of stones on the skree Mountain is not an alter symbol or geology it breathes sustains a community including me

Alice in the mirror chews the red flesh of the pig imbas forosnai sees leaves blow away from the tree the wind carries her cloak away branches her bones remain fibonacci symmetry Amergin’s song she hums becoming wind on the sea am tond trethan am fúaim mara her wings unfurl as a hawk from a cliff leaps to plow the clouds

you’ve been asleep too long She said look at you with your bully boo hair and scrunchy eyes face in a book way past dark mind stuck in some twitchy tangled bower those pages won’t show you the bee dancing the way to the meadow flowers the birdsong on the winds smells of dewy grass and pine slow conversations of the mountains the sun is bright today go out and play you’ve been asleep too long She said wake up sleepy head and look at me

within the present there is presence lift the word from the page to find footprints in the dirt the smell of sea salt sound of waves a moment when place expands infinite horizon encircles in the meadow behind my grandmother's house is a verse of song i know because I left it there when I walk i sing the meadow memory and I am with her tea and biscuits oil stove and table

we are modulated beings a narrow bandwidth of frequency is our perceived reality limited to maximize physical existence utility we cannot 5 sense other consciousness flowing around us as like water and air the static between tuned stations we skip through holds much information Blake's grain of sand a key to unlock a window waiting to be opened that once seen is a mind boggling view

enfold between sea and sky water well and dragon fire Brighids 3 and maidens 9 Ceridwen knows reality lies somewhere between Mephisto’s glare and the Cheshire cat’s fading smile