NATURAL STORIES

The gilded wings of sparrowhawks
Shade the stone of Solstice Canyon.
The birdsong of warblers
Carves trails to the waters
Beyond the flowing creek.

Cracked rock wandering past trees;
Brick huts built against the terrain, savoring
The privilege of seldom being seen.
This nonhuman nature wields a beauty
Caught and torn apart in human throats.

God forges peace above war and death,
Screaming silence over hoarse white noise.
–– Stillness stretches here, across rosewater.
But the story catches in my throat.
Let worthy fables whisper tired truths.


ET is a current student who has been writing as a hobby for several years. Outside of writing, ET loves to volunteer, play with his dogs, kick around a soccer ball, and eat tasty foods.