NPWM Day 14: Chestnut

Beneath a giant, spreading chestnut

I found myself on a summer evening

The light hung like streamers from its branches,

pooling among its roots as molten gold

It creaked a windy greeting 

Its leaves murmured about sun and soil

and time, such time

I laid my hand against the massive trunk

and felt the press of years

and the pulsing life that started as a seed

still pushing outward, upward, always

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NPWM Day 6: The Planet’s Sun

The sun cannot feel its own heat

It does not know why

the planets recoil from it

and spin further and further away

Aeon by aeon, an expanding galaxy

And yet those same planets

cannot resist the sun’s pull

Its gravity draws them, holds them

in beautiful harmony

All drift slowly away

and yet remain entranced

like shy lovers in a dance

Their steps measured by a symphony of millenia

But one dancer,

the smallest and nearest planet to the sun,

cannot help but love the blazing star

and unlike all the others who stay far,

draws nearer, nearer still

Though its surface grows scorched

and cracked, and its seas

evaporated at the sun’s first kiss

it dares to approach in bliss

It knows no other desire

than to be closer

Closer

And one day, it will fall into that fiery embrace

and be consumed

And its last thought will be

not of regret

but ecstasy