Into the Marrow of the Earth – a poem by Sam Aureli

Into the Marrow of the Earth

Nature speaks in patterns,
the slow arithmetic of seasons,
sequences unfolding, measured and endless,
a truth carried on the wind,
bound to the ancient rhythm of earth and sky.

We are borne from this rhythm,
drawn from the womb of dust and fire.
We breathe as the sycamores breathe,
rooted in the same soil,
moving in the shadow of the eternal.

And what of our passing?
Winter claims the body,
its breath sharp, cold, final.
Yet we do not vanish.
We scatter—
into the marrow of the earth,
the blood of rivers,
the pulse of green rising again in spring.

Sam Aureli thrives on working with his hands, a passion rooted in his early blue-collar roles. Balancing work and family, he earned a degree in architecture through evening classes and now leads a career in real estate development. Sam turned to poetry later in his journey as a refuge from the chaos of daily life and as a way to deepen his connection to nature. His work has recently been accepted in The Atlanta Review.