Wind

Life continues,
one moment at a time,
in a sudden kind of clarity
which only comes
with a gentle nudge,
an imperceptible force
like a breeze
so small you don't notice
until it pushes you over the edge.

Spirit of the Forest

I have no regrets
but I worry.
I worry that the choices I have made
for which i had no alternative,
may have brought the end.
And while each end brings life
one still mourns the the forest burning
each tree, a memory, dying
to give birth to the new.
What can I do
but watch it burn,
cursing my own inability
and praying
that the spirit of the forest may yet live on.