Mother Nature’s Mirror

photo by sophie mcleod

Mother Nature’s Mirror

second-year Ostara Maharaj

A reflection on the land, 

sketched by the slivered moon

is far from mirror; it is

bigger, darker, and daunting.

Its true image is left behind,

swallowed by bent luminescence.

Should I be fleeing?

Should I be fighting?

Compelling in its nature, 

More grandiose than 

The object of its mockery,

It holds power over perception

Is seeing believing?

Though visible, it has no face. 

Though cast on concrete,

it has no feel.

An art of sorts:

The stretching of the canvas

The sculpting of the structure.

Ornamental in nature,

But not a friend to trust.

A shadow, laid upon the earth