Green and brown
Sliding by
Reaching out from
The sides
The edges
Not quite kept at bay
As I race along
Silver stone rivers
Glistening
From misty rain
It floats down
From on high
Like dewy shower curtains
Slick and sleek
I barely notice
Their beauty
Hidden in front
Of my half closed eyes
Mind on other things
Ignorant and blind
To the unfurling wonder
Of life
© AM Hunter 2014
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Stoneacorn (Xander)
These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography.
I am a poet, a song writer, a witch.
I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with.
My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green.
My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds.
My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak.
I am Stoneacorn
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