You set

My soul afire

In a peculiar way

Like I can’t resist toasting

A marshmallow over

A campfire;

Restrained by the 

Circle of stones 

Caught up by the twigs,

Setting confections aflame,

Reluctant to blow them out.
Copyright, Maria Castelli, 2017.

It was smooth sailing

Invigorating mornings

The dog pranced along 

The breeze could knock you down

That’s how fragile you feel

You have no idea

How you’ll reclaim lost lands 

Or how they fell

Into enemy hands

(Or if they did).

The dog skims the ground

With an instinctive nose

Drawn forwards and sideways

By who knows.

The air is fresher now 

The season’ harshness tempered

By uprooting and replanting.
Copyright, Maria Castelli, 2016.