November 21, 2024

when comes the wind

By Kat Myrman 
when comes the wind

the winds come
and the trees hold ground
for their roots run deep and wide
from seedling to sapling to towering timber
they have learned to bend
when the tempests rage

the winds come 
and the house holds firm
for it was built on a solid foundation 
from brick, to plank, to shingled roof
its walls crafted to shelter kith and kin
when the tempests rage

the winds come
and i shall keep this space sacred
for my ancestors, my children, myself
from maiden to mother to crone
i've grown in perseverance, grace, resilience 
when the tempests rage

~kat
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