Bounty

 

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Mother Earth
is so bountiful
with her gifts.

Life abounds everywhere;
small universes surround us:
mussells, starfish, anemones
in the tide pools,
fern, fungus, moss, and
old man's beard in the forest.

Geese fly overhead in formation,
spreading in wide v's, honking
their joy. Blossoms fall from branches
heavy with early springtime bloom.
The hummingbirds arrive.
Orcas dive and surface
down in the harbour.

Whole populations of bugs and bees
and butterflies carry out
their forward-pointed lives,
much as we do, thinking there will
always be more time.

Life thrives on the hope
of ever more life.
When wounded, the Earth Mother
immediately sets about
healing herself, putting forth 
new tendrils that grow up
through the fissures
to cover the lesions.

The news reports so many species dying.
I comfort myself by walking forest trail
and sandy shore, to witness how,
in spite of all, nature is always
working so hard
to live.

Day 30 My word was Bountiful