Annalee Somerville Poems

Across from the mountains,
A little house sits in the tree's,
I'm lost in tranquility,
As my soul tries to breathe.
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In the quiet rustle of leaves
the female cardinal perches gracefully
Her muted plumage
speaks of resilience and nurturing
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I travel the Earth and the astral plains,
I've lived most my life in guilt and shame,
Shame for the life bestowed on to me,
Guilt for the demons I couldn't set free.
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I walked into the darkness of the forest,
I hear the owl calling from way up high in the tree,
The moon creates shadows on the forest floor,
My spirit releases as I run wild and free.
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Over the distant hills,
In snow thickened grass,
I saw my vision,
I had found my path.
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Wind blows through the plains,
Driven down my soul,
Drowning out the fears,
Beaconing the healing glow,
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If I could make a magic wand,
I'd make one just for you,
So that you could create beauty,
On the days you feel so blue.
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Sister in Spirit,
Cousin in blood,
Fiery fire warrior,
Sent from above.
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The subtle wind blows gently today,
waking the branches and leaves of the trees
whispers call to me through this delicate breeze.
Messages from the universe, ancestors unknown,
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Now that the snow has melted,
The rivers flow wildly and sing,
The birds chirp in melody,
And the birth of spring begins.
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