Wednesday, 30 April 2014

No leaves, not here

She always loved trees
True giants of the earth
Standing tall
Reaching their branches to kiss the sky
Dancing in the wind
Whispering secrets only they know

She loved to study their leaves
Each one so intricate
Exuding a simplistic beauty
Only nature can achieve
The unassuming providers of life
Each one representing hope
Hope for the future
For each year they fall
Each year they are reborn

As she walked the path
Traveled so many times before 
She was overcome with grief
For there were no leaves, not here
Great tragedy had befallen the forest
Life replaced by death
Life replaced by greed
A force of destruction unmatched by any other
Human nature 

(c) SA MacNeil

Wednesday, 23 April 2014

Moan of the Moors

The grey moan of the moors
Hangs overhead
Laden with the ghosts
Of Highlanders long dead

(c) SA MacNeil