Fasting beneath the Winter snow,
She draws shallow breaths, pure and cold,
Gently forging arctic winds,
Thrusting ships at whim,
Across blackened seas
In Spring, she lays bare,
Blossoms, lovingly kissed,
Vibrant hues, brilliant blues,
New grasses, softly caressed,
By her own hand
Yet simmering below,
A storm may brew,
She lashes out,
Crushing land, smiting lives,
Splintering man's glorious places...
Her Summer smile covering skies, warming faces,
Calming oceans, screaming gulls,
Laughing crowds, golden beaches,
Yet again, she will awaken,
A wicked sea witch,
A seething beast.
Autumn brings her favourite gown,
Darkened evenings, eerie sounds,
Ever changing leaves on blustery gales
And in the black of the night,
She lays, talons poised,
Beneath the mossy green country lanes
She stays, quietly waiting her prey.
Our Lady Nature,
A torturous Banshee,
Seemingly cruel without reason,
Impossible to guess,
Her child-like smirk
Belies her outward grace.
When she sleeps, she sleeps in peace,
When she sleeps, she sleeps in seasons.
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'When She Sleeps' Copyright © T.Loto 2011 All rights reserved. Please do not reproduce without written consent.
A/N: Hello Everyone, I hope you are well. This weekend has been good, though difficult at times to concentrate on writing. This poem is a tribute to everyone in both NZ, and Japan whose lives have been deeply affected by the recent natural disasters. I am extremely happy to know that my friends and family in both countries are accounted for, but still feel strongly for those who are currently searching for their loved ones. If you are able to help at all, the British Red Cross is collecting donations.
These disasters remind me that, life truly is fragile, and that our dear Lady Nature really is in charge. I've been pondering on how short life really is, and that we should do everything in our power to live it to the fullest, be who you want to be, spend time with those that matter. That's what I'm musing on right now. How about you?
Have a lovely week!