She forgot she was made
of supple vines and new moss, crumpled
leaves in aprons, a chunky heart
forged from granite water.
This is the way earth lingers.
Yet it is easy to be lost and not
notice. Patience is given
to daughter spirits- they must sit and sit,
sometimes they twine, never sighing
waiting for lacework and a black crow’s caw
to repair the sun's memory.
Oh, how lovely!
ReplyDeleteWow, I like this one. "She forgot that she was made of....crumpled leaves in aprons". Very nice.
ReplyDelete"This is the way earth lingers."
"Waiting for lacework and a black crow's caw."
Wonderful lines.
Can't wait to read more....
I've been reading some of your poems on the list to the right. Awesome..... awesome.
ReplyDeleteThe daughter spirits are very strong here, the work of being, holding a space. Affirming, I found it, full of patience and peace.
ReplyDeletethis is lovely and I particularly like the ending, it seems a refreshing way of thinking of a crow's caw
ReplyDeletehi kathleen,
ReplyDeletethank you! rust and vines and old fence posts inspire us both.
hey farmlady,
oh that is great to hear! i appreciate you taking time to read some of my poems and that you are enjoying them. i liked the crumpled leaves in the apron...i bet you dress like me(!)
hi marylinn,
i'm learning from you- yes the work of being and holding space. way cool that you've helped me feel what i was trying to say.
hello crafty green!
the crow doesn't live by me, so i am always on the look for him...it seems to me he is trying to wake our memories. good to hear from you!
"Supple vines and new moss." I like this.
ReplyDeletehi annie,
ReplyDeletetwo aspects of nature i admire. ability to bend, and ability to always feel new. glad you liked it, too!