the color of life, of growth,
tall, spindly pine
draped in old man's beard
a thousand fern fronds
under whose umbrella
twin blooms
small as a baby's tears
peek pertly
jagged stump
covered in soft thick moss
framed by tall cedars
among whose lofty branches
songbirds flit
their trill echoing
across the sleepy forest
winding trails
through the silence
paths springy, living
underfoot
where we walk
heads thrown back
-alive!-
one with the ferns the fronds the trees
their height that teaches us to strive
the sky
a compass for
all our flighty dreams
clouds drifting by
one breath two breaths
leafy breath
and human sigh
birdsong
ringing through
the silent canopy
piercing me through
with each piercing
I'm made new
becoming
becalming
forest floor alive
under our
live feet
step so lightly
don't crush the mosses!
fairies drinking dewdrops
from the white bell-shaped blossoms
frogs in the skunk cabbage
yellow jonquils
line the deadened pond
the forest holds its breath
and waits
it waits
till we are gone
One from the archives this morning, kids, as I am in need of some meditation on green.
Sounds of a quiet walk through the woods, your words create nice images.
ReplyDeleteTrees stay in my heart and soul-they bring peace
ReplyDeleteI could get lost (forever) in your archives ....
ReplyDeleteWow! "birdsong
ReplyDeleteringing through
the silent canopy
piercing me through
with each piercing
I'm made new"
And then tiptoe away so the forest can breathe--Very observant and forest spirited! BTW, Green is a PU's Midweek Motif for 5/21 ... I must have been thinking of you!
This is beautiful, Sherry. It relaxes me to read it....I hope it helps you as well.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poetry and I felt it all:)
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