WORDS
The wind and trees
Stones, and rivers.
A silent path through
woods and meadow green
Snow speaking to your
tongue
~
Words gathered on that breeze,
In the whisper of the river over rock
In the song of the birds
on the oak and pine
On the snowflakes yearning
~
They gathered in, the
cumulous clouds
On the burst of Spring rain
In the fickle want of
nature’s gathering
~
They found you,
open and willing
A creature tuned in to
How a fence knows a crow
How leaves know their autumn’
How a coat wears the wind
How a murmur rides a wave
How moss invites nakedness
~
Words found you
In roots and crust of bark
In the swirl of grass caught
with the wind
On the tongue of the butterfly
In the coupling of Sun to Earth
In the face of the shimmering Moon
~
There was no where Mother Nature
did not hold you as a sacred being
Held in her loving caress
You honored the gifts and rages of
Her giving.
She told you everything
Held back nothing
She cradled you in her arms chanting
And you spoke her wisdom
~
Thank you Mary Oliver.
What a beautiful tribute to Mary Oliver, Jeanne. Your words, like hers, sing with the authenticity of Love’s essence. Thanks.
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Beautiful Jeanne, just like all your poetry.
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Thank you Jackie…
How are you these days? Sure nice to hear from you.
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