Wisdom of Artemesia

a poem about the essence of mugwort

gently she whispers

her wise tales

dreams uncurling at the edges of our mind

unspoken prayers on the wind

drifting, swaying in plant form

her long scraggly limbs

clearing the path ahead

of our short journey

with the answers just beyond reach

of our fingertips

she questions gently

why our deep knowing

is shoved aside

or swallowed by pride

like it never even existed

at all.

 

Reviews

[Deborah Shepard]

beauty