Trees

Monolith pillars

Stand guard in green and red

Silent as their ghosts

Foot falls of ancients

Buried deep in stone and sand

Echo longing prayer

Immortal the winds

Breathing calm to wing and game

All at rest of fear

Rare to brushing hand

An agora set to wild

Fed to fortunes few

Boundary a covet

Kept by souls of dead and one

They who paid in deed

Spring from high water

Mother come in peace renew

Witness in the trees

-Hermit King-

For Sierra

Q

Quiet came the truth

Quick and bitter to this fight

Quelled the traitors cause

Quorum paid their toll

Quaking thunder on the wall

Quills to right a wrong

Quash the serpent fed

Queens and captains kick in check

Quartered by the mob

Quitting no arrest

Quotes seem gone and sought anew

Quoth we nevermore

Quiver some to shame

Quintisential to a pause

Quantom comes the light

Qualified command

Queirries left are met and done

Quilting our assent

Anon

-Hermit King-

The Catwood

Seed unique of place in time 

grew the Catwood tree

Far beneath a boulders soil 

barely lit set she

Hopeless seemed her happenstance

Just below a crack

Given just a grain of hope 

Catwood grew from black

Fighting just to fill a space 

Hardened by the world

Catwood fought and found a breach

Just to be unfurled

Stalwart was her journey 

Shifting through the stone

Often nearer giving in 

Than rising all alone

Wisdom from the waters 

And a courage in the night

Catwood battled upward 

To the vision of her light

Faithful in a knowledge that 

The work would set her free

Catwood split the boulder 

To become a mighty tree

Rooted to her granite base 

A trunk of stately spire

Branched of dreams to bless the earth 

Blooming to inspire

Riches now a gift she gives 

In others arid lands

Seeing what it took to be 

Where now the Catwood stands

-Hermit King-