santos scribes

the cabin

a spring born earth
blooms full & abundant now

feathered ferns, tremble green
their storied past beneath them

brambled sticks shoot thought-filled arrows at a late july sky.

while ancient rocks lie wide and flat
soft and belonging too

lazy moss blinks fuzzy comfort
at a northern flicker still in flight

as an unhurried sun shines
from somewhere above

a blue lake keeps watch and waits.

about this poem
this poem was inspired by many of my favorite things in life and writing. i believe everything has energy. of course nature does, but also words and coffee mugs, a baseball hat even. and i have sensed the inherent energy of non-human/natural things since long before i knew what personification was. all of that to say, it was a joy to write a poem about a place i’ve never been but that i know in my heart exists ~thanks for reading xo