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Good News Garden
There is only
good news now.
The leaf touched by
dawn’s grace.
The wildflowers
bright again,
bees breaking
into buzz
after the sleepy
silence of night.
Now the colours are
yellow, gold, green,
pink, purple and blue,
a meadow of colours
dreamt and undreamt.
Look close at the
curve of bee
on a papery petal.
Let the perfume
of wild rose
paint you in pink.
Step aside
from night’s
tangle-eyed
shadows
of black
and grey.
Enter the meadow
of clear colour
in sunlight.
There is only
good news here.
Earth Speaker
Earth Speaker,
tell us the way –
how to live as
a dandelion,
yellow joy,
full of vitamins,
unafraid to be picked,
how to live as
a tree
shading those
who are burning,
home to birds,
squirrels, insects,
smaller things.
Tell us how
to become
a home
even in
our final fall
to let go
of the sky
and lie back
down to earth
with grace
as the living trees
witness our change
and mushrooms
and lichens
take us.
Earth Speaker,
tell us,
for we have
forgotten
we are part
of it all.
Imperfect Green
I stretch
outside
feet soft
on grass
roots grow
deeper.
My fingers,
leaves in
blue sky.
I am imperfect
my thoughts
don’t make sense
my heart
rebels sometimes
I don’t know
how to
love
perfectly
breathe
perfectly.
All the blades
of green life
beneath my feet
are different –
in none is there
symmetry.
I am green,
growing
and my roots
are deep
in this nourishing
earth.
I love
I love
I love
Earth Body
Perhaps she
reclaims us now.
We, errant trees
who have walked
so far.
She says,
take the barriers
down between
you
and
I
and let my
fertile soil
hold your pale,
soft feet.
You are from
this land
and to
this land,
to every leaf
and mushroom,
you will return.
If we stop
moving for a
moment and feel
the air in
our breath
we will know
it is not
our air nor
our breath.
She gathers
us back
to her now
to stand on
her soil and
grow roots
from our feet
and stretch our arms
to the sky
and once again hear
the true rhythm
we are.
Of the Sea
We are all of the sea
-all
the waves
our salt life,
our hair
seaweed.
You can turn
your back
and act apart
but your salt
water veins
move with the
moon like mine,
your heart
trembles
in the same waves
as mine.
We are all of the sea
-all
connected by
salt waves
through our hearts.
Hills of Pine and Oak
Hills of pine and oak
stretch before you,
dun, golden and green,
the colors of a hillside
in autumn.
A lake is visible
below you,
in the valley.
reflections of clouds
move in its stillness.
There are houses
but not many,
most things here are
trees, water,
blue sky and birdsong.
Sit here
and let the cool,
fresh, pine-scented
air fill your lungs
as the sky
fills your eyes
and the land
fills your heart
and your blood
and the tree sap
and the streams
running through it all
pulse
with the same
bright, simple
joy
of living.
This poem was inspired by the ever-reflective Loch Voil in Scotland.
The Shape of Love
I do not know
the shape of love
though my life
has fit its form.
Not in a human shape
reflecting two faces –
a newborn.
Nor in a ring,
a golden, endless
circle infinite
in its holding.
In the first
yellow daffodils
after the
bones of winter
break
just as the sun hits
the moment of bloom
and the next moment
when their graceful
dancers’ heads
bow and drop
that describes
the shape of it
how we bloom and fall
in an endless, golden
circle.
A Splash of Life
When we rose from the dead,
stumbling and laughing
moonlit shadows
on the sand,
we stubbed our toes
on cockles and whelks
we swooped and cried with
seagulls cartwheeling
in sea break tumbling
onto sand.
Spent, the sea
stretched her fingers
and licked our bones.
She took us out
and out until
we were
moonlight
water
and salt.
Peace Angel
You ripple
soft blue
black wings
a manta ray
curling under
clear salty
ocean
I feel the thin
wake of your
gliding
bringing beauty
to the cry
of my pinched
heart
I want to follow
the curve
of your wings
that great glide
deep through
green
black
even
sightless
depths
I keep your
shadow light
form
in view
as I dive
the wake
of my heart
rippling
I descend
in search
of your silent
peace