An Ode to The Peaceful Mind

By Madison Simone

The starkness of the eternal night 

Stale stick trees stood frail and still, stuck 

in the snow sat a small shadow desolate

Draped in a derelict veil with pressed palms

How lonely grow the timelessly unseen

Hands heavy and lifted to cover routine

Of ice-laced tears tattered and trivial 

Through the forest a rustle echoed with distance

The shadow did not bat a hopeful eye

Until the fierce wind charged towards it 

It scathed the trees with a forceful swift 

Leaving behind a blistering trail of fury

Hello. Hello. Do you come looking for me?

But the wind scorned and redirected untamed

The shadow sulked at the vengeful arson 

And whispered I’m sorry

The words trickled out as did a figure of light 

The wind halted as the glowing figure approached

It’s mere touch putting out the heated flames

The figure spoke to the wind and led it 

Towards the weeping shadow 

Face to face the wind’s shoulders sank

Glowing eyes turned mellow as it danced 

Delicately around the shadow’s sorrow

And said, I’m sorry too

By Madison Simone