Pain

Emptiness inside
Under the surface despair
Orange flames licking at my soul
Heat devouring my brain

A knot in my stomach
Heart heavy as lead
Hands crushing my windpipe
Eyes can't focus

Breath comes in bursts
Thoughts race through my head
Tear well in my eyes
All is dark, all is bleak

Now I have to choose
Pain
Or
Pain

Yew

Yew

Dark green leaves
Not quite what they seem
My soul to retrieve
I enter a dream

Deep red berries
Full of Sweetness yet hidden
Food of the faeries
Strong poison in the middle

Flaky bark, hues of brown
Strong arms touch the sun
In the woods, in any town
Your voice invokes calm

What is your song?
What is your tale?
Old, ever young
Wisdom's grail

Where?

Where do I go from here?

Walking in the dark woods
Searching for the secret path
Feeling my way forward
Deep doubts, heavy hesitation
And a turbulent trust in life

No clear conviction
Many queries, many questions
Emotions
Sometimes high, sometimes low
Instinctive insights
Sun, moon and stars as guides

Towering trees to indicate east
Grass grows beneath my feet
Your hushed voice in my heart
A glimmer of green - hope
A sliver of silver - joy

Birch

Birch

She walks amongst the wise trees
Light footsteps on leafy forest ground
Silver and black shimmering softly
Dark eyes drinking deeply
Greens and greys of the quiet woods

Her slender figure sways lightly
Fingers fluttering with emotion
Deep breaths make her drowsy
Dark eyes shining brightly
With excitement and elation

A bird settles on her shoulder
Softly singing to her ear
Black wings stroke the bark
Of Birch
Lady of the woods
Lady of the wild
Lady of the wind

Lime Tree

Lime Tree

Old, wise friend of words
Standing tall on the hill top
Branches spread out broadly
Dark wood deeply hued

Spring comes slowly
Sap is rising steadily
Soon buds will burst
Reveal light green leaves

Voice lifted in vigorous song
Deep tones drumming
Warm sounds welling up
Harmony hails the land

Sunlight stroking me
Through tiny leaves
Deep green and golden light
Fill my soul, free my spirit

Imbolc

Pure water on white pebbles

Whispering softly wordless songs

Melting snow sighing in melancholy

trickling down tree trunks

Sunlight painting shining patterns

On thawing soil's secret thrust

Tiny tips of silvery snowdrops

Shyly show their emerald elegance

Musty smell of spongy mushroom

Fades slowly before flowers of spring

Airy aroma of delicate dreams

Weave Bridhe's perfume into the world

Flames

Flames of fire

Licking at dry wood

Orange, golden, sapphire

Mirroring my mood

Flames of desire

Burning so low

Glowing embers of the fire

Won’t let you go

Flames of the spirit

Touching my heart

Can you see, can you hear it?

Whispering

Shimmering

Shivering

Pale moon, cold stars