Northwoods

On The Mend

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Wounds can heal, time guarantees,
the bleeding stops, the sting subsides.
Delicate stitches knit the seam closed,
until a scar remains, crooked tattoo.

The pain stays hidden, perfect facade,
often ignored but never forgotten.
Without a salve or primal scream,
left alone it grows and grows.

One final straw, the wound rips open
raw and exposed to unforgiving air.
Shivering cold, broken spine,
time can’t help, stitches unwind

Raindrops fall and clean the cut,
branches reach out, offer a crutch
Fluttering feathers, fragile cocoon,
nature’s Spring needle, work begins

The Northwoods, near Land O’Lakes, Wisconsin
Photo by: c.b.w. 2013

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c.b.w. 2013

Around the Lake

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Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.  -Wallace Stevens

A mirror of  the sky above, the green of trees, and the soul inside. Walking by, it’s impossible to miss a sense of wisdom, the feeling of an old friend.

Waves soothe and invite a long talk. Toss a pebble and watch the ripples find their way to the shore. In the ridges, the answers flow.  For there’s nothing else to do but contemplate as the rings grow wider and wider, until they fade to glass.

Guardian trees give shade to those who feel burned by the outside world. Rustling leaves whisper lullabies and offer a gentle embrace. Life is new, fragile and green. A reminder that starting over is something sacred.

Stone talismans wash ashore, a gift to be chosen and treasured.  Bathed in blue and shaped in sand, tangible proof of a walk around the lake.

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c.b.w. 2013