we glide fields
wend the trees
crest the tor and
stretch wide mouths
to sing
this unpeopling
of ourselves celebrates
forest fires burning
inside our chests,
shriven
without names
these nature gods
shove hours aside
giving all to
heartwood
shed the wire
marking barbed against
soft flesh
and fly…
6 responses to “shedding”
Excellent. Especially, “unpeopling / of ourselves” It’s renewing getting away from all that is familiar.
I agree. Sometimes it is helpful to forget.
Absolutely love this one. I feel it.
Thank you, Tara 💙
I concur with Bob – excellent poem and phrase. 🔥
Thank you very much Michele 💙