poem: resistance


With my guardian trees

Soul sharing secrets

whispered on the wind


The world can do no wrong to me


The branches waver

But do not break


The leaves they shake

But do not fall

Just yet.


Earth firm

under quick-moving feet

Autumn barely waking

On the edge of the air


Nothing has to falter in transition


Change is haunting us

Yet here I stand


The pines, hand in hand

Resisting winter’s call

To war –


Has it really taken me

Until tonight to know


That home is where I wish it

And they cannot make me fight?


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