Oh, Fences

There, beyond the fence lines
amid the birch and firs
I find my breath

Does graze, and fawns skip
as if they are children
chasing butterflies

An abundance of harmony,
ego leads me to believe,
but it is only denial

The bulldozer snorts
and rumbles into view,
deer and I lifting heads

Tails raised, the four-legged scatter,
hide themselves within the brush –
Is such shelter adequate? I wonder

Human demand eroding the green –
We talk about living minimally –
fail to consider God’s creatures

Whose very existence shrinks
within the confines
of expanding fences.

(Image my own)

The River, My Heart

A landmark in my life, the river follows
ages, and eras: seasons measured by her flow

She acknowledges changes, bears the winter
regally, swells with confidence as Spring rains

Will walk beside me in sunnier times, and
hold my secrets as Autumn catches us in her flames

She holds my heart, my faith, always knows
and at the end of the day, oh how she glows.

(Originally posted on One Woman’s Quest II, March 2019. Image my own)