Poetic Photography by Mary MacIntyre
journeys call us to return; walking always photo by Mary MacIntyre
It matters not
if you have passed this way
or chose never to stop, rest,
or walk upon the earthen hills.
guilt does not always reside in
un-experience. guilt’s tendons grasp
essences of what did do or still
yearn to explore
life demands so much
presents enormous options
the hills wait and call
neglect lingers among discarded memories.
in the distance sky still sisngs photo by Mary MacIntyre
Yes! SO faraway
i can barely see
mounds of snow covers
rougher edges
glory and light
mingle and reach
eagle’s wings
i once flew there
adventourous
before the blizzard’s cold.
Yes! she reveals her power again to me
i am not afraid now
her glory dwells simultaneously there
and in here.
Some say, “Witches are trapped within here.”
I laugh, for they are free to roam everywhere.
Power tends to be trapped within here
bodies untended, hair frozen, power forgotten
Stand upon your ground
feet planted strong
and sway with the wind
let joints flex and muscles stretch
and voice release howling songs
how often do you feel the wind
rush through you?
how often does night sky
drink sweet nectars
ancient times with you?
I call to you to stand tall, and walk
among the mysteries
these trees share
among the wild and strong.
Words by Mary MacIntyre
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