#Earth #earthsong #erdenlied #morning #spring
Days and nights of pines and stars. Of blue bays, white schooners, top-down
As I awakened to this morning, eyes still closed, I was thinking of you, long-gone Mom and Dad,
Quite a sight to behold: a woman of sun, reclining on the grass, in a meadow, abundantly recumbent, hair and limbs lush with heat
To ask your Self. In the still of the night, whether bright-starred or half-mooned. In the midst of the day,
Red lights flaring like Roman candles at empty intersections. Headlights wanding like blind men’s sticks
A sure sign of soon-coming Summer. Another sweet, salt-aired Summer.
Yes. And the rivers. The wind and the rain. The wildflowers. The marshes
Your rare, cured leaves of being. Beautifully steeping in these years of living. Bringing to your senses rich
Remember that one day you, too, will die. Will cease being here, in body, in breath. Will join all those
Burnished at first, then blemished— an earthly foreshadowing. Then bearded for a while.
However tender, and moist. The golden skin, supremely crisp. The stuffing,
While countries, armies and ideologies battle, bees make honey. Butterflies float, and drink the nectar from gently open flowers.
The keys to the house, or car. The address of a restaurant. The grocery list. The name of a tree or bird or passing acquaintance.
All the way. Your eyes, senses, sensibilities. Fill them
Of my family name. One day, 150 years ago. In a Castle Garden where Jenny