we tended the mythic
as if it would save us
tracing ancient stories
trusting translations
unearthing what we thought
might be enough
yet still the Earth
would not speak to us
and then one day memory
composted into mycology
etymology
leafed into ecology
we stepped
from page to branch
from word to bud
and fell into the wisdom
of flowers
Music pairing: Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall — Paul Simon, 1965.
Wild Plum Blossoms in Spring. Photo taken near Wakefield, Quebec: Diane Perazzo, 2022
May these words bring truth and healing
through open hands and hearts. And then,
let it flow back into our Mother Earth
for the love of all her beings.
This poem was conceived and grown organically from my own unique human experience, thoughts, efforts, knowledge and research.
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Blessed be the bud and the word, sistah! Nature ALWAYS keeps her promises: spring always follows winter. The rise of Spring is an annual blessing. Thank you for tracing it. xoxo
Thanks Kate!! ❤️