The Embrace

The Embrace

I saw two aspen trees
Grown together in an embrace
I ached so much it spilled out onto my face.
Splashing down onto the dry soil
Swallowing the tears like a gift of dew.
I will visit these trees again
Dreaming of my beloved
Hoping he will find my embrace.
Growing our roots down
Like Dierdre and Naoise
Entwining our branches
Dancing the wind as one.


Aspen K Fischer 2005

The Peripheries

The Peripheries

Once winter sets in
The Hermit becomes completely shut off
The path is buried in snow
All is quiet

The wind still speaks to her
As well as the Evergreens
The bear is sleeping
Wolves sometimes circle

The fire burns low
My heart aches
I hold this space for those
That need company more than I

Solitude is my blanket
At times I throw it aside
Heavy with the burdens
Of the energies woven within

I yearn for the spoken word
For an embrace of flesh
To dance with another
Eyes locked in laughter

I hope that this ache
Will manifest a prayer
For those whose path is inland
To chance upon companionship

I am no stranger
To great love
I had many a passionate embrace
When I was young

As I walked many paths
I came to understand
My place in the tribe
As the One who looks in

There are those that hold the space
Within the circle
And then there are those
That must walk the peripheries


Aspen Fischer ©2006