• poetry - reflection

    Threads of Hope

    A snail moves slow, yet never lost,Carrying home at any cost.Through storm and sun, it climbs, it glides,A lesson in hope where patience abides. The lion roars, fierce and bright,A beacon of strength in darkest night.Not alone, but with her pride,She stands in power, side by side. An elephant walks, wise and grand,With stories etched in wrinkled hands.Through trials deep, through rivers wide,She never leaves her kin behind. The owl watches, silent, still,With eyes that pierce the midnight chill.She sees beyond, she trusts the way,That dawn must rise from even gray. A mouse, so small, yet bold of heart,Knows even…

  • poetry - reflection

    I linger..

    I linger in the forest, threading pine needles, silently listening to the song of the night lark in the peaking moonlight. I pass by my sorrows, the deep wells of grief.  Breathing in. Embracing the biting cold winter air on my bare face and icy fingers. I have no map, I have no compass, but the whispered wisdom of the earth that holds me. I am movement, life and death, stardust, wind, water, dirt, I am fire and spirit. I need not be everything or anything right now. I linger.  – Aimee Fenech Jan 14, 2025