A Silence
The rocks and trees and peat bogs and piles of dirt have not spoken to me for a while. I wonder if they know the giants are waking up. I wonder if they are afraid.
Mother Giant
Grendaline is here, all around us in the water. She feels us move within her loving arms.
She is in the tears that run from stitched button eyes as the end looms nearer.
I am afraid
I will hide here in the reeds.