Poetry 2

I will add short poems here occasionally some written as they came to me, some written in response to other's posts here

Phoenix

In fire we are born
Like moths to a flame
Between tide and earth our bones remain
From ashes, we are bound to rise again.

No Trespassing

Light dappled pines, a march of tall trunks rusted
Floor of dry needles muffles every footfall
Perennial ferns vye with brambles for attention
Wind murmurs through treetops like a parable
In it’s emptiness, surpassing al…