Mother Sky,
teach me to speak
the language of clouds.
My feet on earth,
my eyes on the sky,
my heart swooping and soaring
with Raven,
I am adrift in the beauty
of your forever blue.
I have walked through this life
head tipped back and
smiling at the sky,
enraptured by your puffy
storybook clouds,
your ever-changing colours,
your huge canvas,
which inspires all our dreaming.
Teach me to speak
as gently as clouds,
so my footprint on earth
will grow ever lighter,
like Wolf, like Deer,
like Heron.
After I learn
the soft-speak of Cloud,
may I next learn
how to speak Tree.
One from 2015, for Brendan at earthweal.
nice post, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteclouds and trees have much to teach us, yes?
ReplyDeleteTo speak the language of clouds.. what a sublime idea, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteOh, the profound beauty of nature when we pause, look, listen and learn. A beautiful poem, Sherry.
ReplyDeletep.s. I caught a glimpse of you at Rajani's, so I thought I'll pop by and say hello. Hope you're staying healthy in these times of Corona!
How to make our footprints lighter, how to commune with the universe... you keep showing the way, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteI think you remind us here of our rightful mission, one we have forgotten, of listening, observing and learning *how* to speak, both to ourselves, and to the spirits of the earth our own culture chooses to ignore. We have much to learn. Lovely poem, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteI just read somewhere that trees have their own song and, if we listen, we will hear them!
ReplyDeleteLove the "soft-speak" -- perfect way to describe the language of clouds. A wonderful prayer of an Earth-song, Sherry. - Brendan
ReplyDeleteA wonderful sky song. The trees do speak.....
ReplyDeleteLovely … so delicately written, the reverence for nature is palpable … and what a wonderful close.
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