Poem – Where Chaos is Held at Bay

Moments the chaos is held at bay
when the pine filled sky sways
and the ravens visit
and the earth releases pungency.

Each weeks struggle to fit in
to complete what is expected
to fulfil obligations
takes its toll on the mind, the body,

further distancing my connection
to the forest and each animal,
a balance of give and take
that exudes beauty.

Even simple tasks like raking,
clearing brush and watching
the dogs run free with smiles
is all it takes to survive another week.

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