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photo © 2013 Jennifer
Wagner
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Just outside this
circle of light
the mood of sky is darkening
as sprinkles of rain are
turning to floods.
I feel I won’t drown
this time,
awash in ash, as deep
autumn burns out,
thrusting the baton
to barrenness.
Stained on the caverns
of my heart
are four amaranthine
trees.
Their branches and
leaves are arms and handprints,
shoring up each
chamber.
Their colors are lanterns,
bright and glowing.
This heart has been
made rich and fertile;
this ship has
beacons, reasons,
to remain buoyed and
sustained.
By them I am helped
to weave my way,
even when the dark
bleeds thick
upon my mind,
poisonous and looting.
I have found in their
eyes
warm respite from the
seeping cold of lifeless hollows
and cradle the hope that
is anchored
in the breath and
vitality
that each of their
smiles light
to bring me home.
© 2013 Jennifer
Wagner
For my four sons and
all they have had to understand in my struggle with depression. Ever yours ~ Mom.