Consumed by the complexities of our days the struggle to connect increasingly burdened

Souls tethered by connection seemingly pulled apart by the unimportant matters of life

We walk silently in the forest seeking ground to bind our individual notes

I feel the anger rise in me as I allow myself to see those who have stepped in ill faith leaving intended holes

Her eyes speak

Swallowed by the same monsters simply wearing different clothes

Love and fire throw us to the ground, Winter Solstice reminding us of growth

Today our animals feed

Feasting in passion with the earth on our backs, bodies pressed our sweat intermingled in wet flow

The roar of our raw nature the only peace we need to know

We met in the forest

We are tethered souls

~Alisa Hutton