This poem honors nature and its forgotten secrets. Susan Cunningham, author of The Kingdom of Belamour
ancient heaven slumber. Time
long forgotten, replaced unkind. Colors of
the past, lost future without light. Beauty finds company
in crumbles of ruins. Mists become spirits searching for their kind.
Bitter earth holds secrets, buried past gone by. Howling wind sings a hail to home.
Fire begs, dancing to the heavens above. Water roars an angry cry, missing spirits of old.