Mighty is Our Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Mighty is Our Love

Mighty is Our Love

The old oak tree that I daily pass
Has stood there so majestically
What appears to be eternity

For decades hasn’t had a canopy
Of green turning to gold in the fall
Yet the old oak remains straight and tall

Buffeted by wicked wind and cold
Which has stripped it of its wrinkled bark
Now but a perch for the meadowlark

The tree is a symbol of our love
Though we will become part of the past
Our mighty love shall forever last

Rain in the Oak Forest, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Rain in the Oak ForrestRain in the Oak Forest, Ivan Shishkin (1891)

Rain in the Oak Forest, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Breathe boldly, inhale as deep as you can
Feel the sensation of the flavored air
Stretch your arms so to create an eagle’s span
Then invigorate your pace if you dare

Chase the deer should they suddenly appear
Search for the nymph if it is your pleasure
Listen ever closely as they are near
But they will respond becoming a blur

It’s magic being in the oak forest
With the light tapping of each drop of rain
When the dark forest can be its brightest
Feeling the rain washing away your pain

Come and hitch a ride on a unicorn
Rain at your face, a time never to mourn