Thirteen Moons Unending (Many First Peoples (Native Americans) measured the year in thirteen months rather than twelve)

Death
does not come here

only wind-in-the-grass lullabies
soothing summer days into repose,

brushing childhood tea-time
under crying willow trees

beneath blankets of green
where ramble roses bloom

then don brown pajamas
for transformation slumber.

Snows will come, redbuds blossom,
and maple leaves redden

for these thirteen moons unending.

This poem was written by Darlene Campbell. You can find more of her writing on outsiderwriters.ning.

Jaria

is a poet/writer as well as an abstract artist. He writes on a lot of different issues depending on what is in the press and what he feels is important. His main influences are hip hop and people who struggle and overcome adversity.

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