Underground

 

Underground,

the conversation

is animated –

full of light.

 

Underground,

trees, fungus,

grasses,  illuminate

the darkest winter soul.

 

Underground,

sweet scented humus

hums new beginnings,

offers hope to the weary.

 

Underground,

a multitude of voices

mycelium, detritus, and rootlets

commune without sound.

 

Underground,

seeds of pinion pine, juniper,

and cottonwood slumber

in comfort and silence.

.

Underground,

Love is a peaceful wave

moving up through

ancient star clusters

over her head.

 

Underground,

the Earth witnesses

a month without sleep

pulsing a dire warning:

You must find a way to Rest.

 

Underground,

the angel of death emerges

from the anguished body

of her dreams.

Her plants and trees are dying –

and she weeps.

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