Gaia – Todd's Place

Winter

This is the fourth (and last) poem in my “Seasons of the Year” series. Also written for the “Landscape” assignment of the Intro to Poetry course.

under a purple sky dotted with silver stars i strolled along a beach of crystals, small and bright so peaceful, with each step like tears, my sorrows fell there was no past, future only glorious now! and then i came to know that i was, in spirit far greater than this shell beautiful, eternal

O Mother Earth

O Mother Earth, we shan’t despoil The place we come to learn and toil The oceans blue should never boil The ground below — the sacred soil Should bring forth life, and never roil Can we release this mortal coil? O Gaia fair, our home divine Of gardens green, from root to vine Of ancientContinue reading “O Mother Earth”