poem: resistance

Here

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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