>Sorrow and Hope
By Heather Powers
She stands in contemplation
Bathing her thoughts in the moonlight
Her sadness bleeds through in the
Tears that fall down her face.
Her voice sings a song of sorrow
The blades of grass caress her feet
A whisper follows the breeze
“Do not despair…moon mother is here”
Her hands clasp together
Head bows in prayer.
A face appears when she closes her eyes.
Eyes like gold.
A smile crinkles around the eyes.
Ghostly hands manifest and wrap
Around her shoulders.
A warmth fills her body
The sadness in her eyes recede
In the wash of the moonlight.
She closes her eyes and is finally