MOTHERLAND: CALLING

This is so haunting and attuned to the essence of nature. I get the feeling that from the fourth line that the Mother land is spoilt by illicit dealings, which is so sad.

Loved that first stanza, just needed to drink it in:

The illusioned glass reflects the lucent moon

Lunacy descends upon the mountain wolves

Autumn's awe inspires the lucid minds

Transgressions and acts of illicit kinds

Verdant meadows bejeweled with strings of dews

Tornado trembles the naked trees

I could see there's a longing to be home to where life began. Just had to let you know your poem was inspiring.

Jenny.