Tag Archives: Nature

Storms

If I am silent

It is because there is thunder growing inside me

Filling clouds with striking electricity

It is the quiet before the storm

The church’s warning bells ringing.

If I am silent

It is because the tide pulls back from the shore

Before it crashes in tsunami waves

It is the drought before the flood,

The fisherman’s knowledge of superstition.

If I am silent

There is no tranquility behind my closed mouth

My complacency is a crumbling facade

It is a dangerous thing

The calm amidst the encroaching chaos.

The Mother

She gives life,

Her wind blowing breath into every cell

Her branches are a warm embrace

Her roots, stability

She is old as time and young as a seedling

Ancient and new

Wise 

and unforgiving

For she is cruel as well as kind.

Her power shakes the very mountains she has built,

Crumbling summits and felling forests

Covering civilizations in smoke and ash,

Scorching beasts with flame and frost alike.

Uncharted and unexplorable

Her vast and hidden beauties intrigue,

Inspire 

Driving men mad with longing for her.

Steady as the stars above,

Burning her fire for thousands of years

Yet fickle

Turning summer into storms.

Through plague and fire,

War and death,

After man’s maliciousness lays

Decomposing into fertility 

The Mother will remain;

She who is Maiden, Mother, and Crone, 

Dread Morrigan 

And Goddess,

The great Mother will endure.