Saturday, October 8, 2016

IN THE BRACKEN

photo from conservationalliance.com


If ever you would speak with any tree,
come walking in the forest here with me.
I'll show you the wild mushroom and the root,
but where the ancients gather, set no boot.

If you would speak with nature spirits wild,
you must maintain the heartbeat of a child,
learn riversong and mountain chasm deep.
You must commune with angels in your sleep.

As you step lightly on the pungent moss,
and feel the leaves the winter wind doth toss,
let your spirit fly away among the trees.
It will return upon the morrow's  breeze.

I go into the forest dark and deep,
every night after I fall asleep,
become a woodland guardian, reborn
I do not want to leave when it is morn.

Last night my spirit fought as a black wolf,
against four brown wolves on the forest floor,
This told me that a battle lies before,
my spirit having  recognized its door.

Come with me. I will show you secret groves,
moss-hung and ancient in this stand of pine.
Deep in the bracken, where the  hoarfrost glows,
the Old Ones are singing Home this heart of mine.



One from 2012, my friends, shared with the Poetry Pantry. Hope you are all enjoying a restful weekend.


27 comments:

  1. I really do like this,Sherry. It's subject matter is close to my heart. A very spiritual read. Happy face

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  2. Wonderful! Rhyming, done well (and you have absolutely nailed it in this poem) is a treat to read. Your words just sail off the page.

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  3. A wonderful journey, both literally and metaphysically.

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  4. You are so right! and express it so floridly.

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  5. There is so much wisdom to be found in the forest!

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  6. Sherry, there is a magic tone of the forest here in your poem. Have a happy Thanksgiving!

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  7. let your spirit fly away among the trees.
    It will return upon the morrow's breeze.
    ...now that I would love to experience. An amazing thought Sherry.

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  8. Lovely feeling, earth-connectedness, to this.

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  9. How well you take us into the forest to show us the beauty of the wild world Sherry. Your style of writing is so comforting that things will be OK in the end for the wild places.

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  10. It sounds beautiful and soothing - and your place to be..but not just yet xo

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  11. So openly and freely written, Sherry... Bout the challenges and th edelights/fruits of the wildness... A delightful read and come with you I will!

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  12. Oh this is absolutely gorgeous Sherry 💖 especially love "If you would speak with nature spirits wild, you must maintain the heartbeat of a child,
    learn riversong and mountain chasm deep. You must commune with angels in your sleep." Sigh..💖 beautifully penned.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  13. Thanks for the spirit of innocence and wonder in today's write

    Happy Sunday Sherry

    much love...

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  14. Oh the Enchanted Forest! So mystical and mysterious ... so much can happen there when you maintain the innocence of a child ... spiritual growth for sure ... beautiful.

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  15. Every bit nature's child in all of us. Great rhyming Sherry!

    Hank

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  16. I have seen this place of dreams, the wolf comes to warn of impeding dangers. I would walk with you among the trees.

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  17. It flows so effortlessly and the rhymes came like the flow of a river.. love what you do here, the dreamy as well as what's real

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  18. I think you should have a book of poems about trees with some artful illustrations.

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  19. This reminds me so much of my own mountain journeys, Sherry. So peaceful, serene, and at ominous as well.

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  20. this is simply gorgeous. it's a journey i'd much like to partake.

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  21. The song in your heart informs this piece! Lovely write!

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  22. "If you would speak with nature spirits wild,
    you must maintain the heartbeat of a child"

    The son, the words--bring them and I will gladly walk with you a while, to fight the brown or lie among the mosses. But I hope we don't have to "be called home" to enter the deep, dear Sherry. Let's just bring our inner lives out to play.

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  23. This is beautiful Sherry. So glad you posted it. In reading I felt I was in the woods through every stanza....bkm

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  24. love the rhymes.
    a real pleasure to read this inspirational poem.

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  25. I would love to come with you to those secret groves!

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