“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of each.” — Henry David Thoreau
..
We wish for truth
in shades of black and white.
It comes to us
in spill of blue, and breeze of green.
I long
to know the song
of the trees, the pull of moon
on ocean spill.
I’ve felt her heart
beat beneath my own wrist,
fashioned a braid of her daisies,
wished worlds over dandelion dust.
I’ve trusted her skeleton, channeled
her core, set my own veined maps
to her true north. I’ve bruised her,
abused her. Embraced her; defaced
her. I’ve watched her heal and reach
to hold us all,
once more.
..
Earth day prompt for both Real Toads, and NaPoWriMo, day 22.
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I really enjoyed reading your poem. Lovely 🙂
Oh my goodness, this is so very beautiful, deeply loving, and reminds me that, no matter how badly we treat her, Mother Earth does always hold and embrace us, and gift us with her bounty. Beautiful writing.
Wonderful poem.. She is a mother so caring.. Sometimes I just wonder why she just don’t shake us off like a dog does with fleas.
The tree is so forgiving…living on as a mother. Lovely.
This is so lovely, I found myself a little teary
Truly you have written a love poem to her! I feel this to my core!
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous! ❤ ❤
This is just wonderful, Whimsygizmo! k.
really enjoyed the forgiving aspect of nature in your poem, i’ll dance to this song of providence
much love…
She always forgives no matter what we do, so far that is. I enjoyed it!
Simply beautiful. What more can I say? I felt bathed in bliss.
“I’ve trusted her skeleton, channeled
her core, set my own veined maps
to her true north.”
Oh, de!! So beautifully stated…all!!