Winter Read Count : 95

Category : Articles

Sub Category : spirituality
Winter in the woods. There's something so special about this season. I see dry bark and barren trees. The wind whistles through the womb of the forest. It carries the last breath of life before and promises of spring once more. The colors are so rich in rustic form. Mother Earth, goddess earth in her gown of weeds. She comforts me in all her expanse. I'm all of her promise and love. Blanket me in the water that waves so gently in this time. Wash my heart clean. Flush my head of these demons please. 
I return to the hill and trees with a heavy head. Like a sponge, soaked up all the hopeless cries and endless ties. I can't take anymore. I drive fast to where the road ends, tears spilling over my eyes. I fall to my knees and let it pour. She strings vines of thorn from my mind. Yard by yard, until there is no more for the hour. 
The ground only sees my eyes swimming. My body distorted from God's order. A human amongst the machine. Beating after beating. And once more I return to nature to lick these new wounds clean. Mama earth, you are my fruit, my water, my air, my life. Thank you. 

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