One leaf knowingit starts
at the crown
with only
one leaf
knowing
soon the shoulders
catch on
and the whole
body
of rings
shakes
in quiet ecstasy
Black Bark
a nomadic kiss
makes waves
of consonants
and sets
black bark
to chattering
I am a spotted fawn
whose folded legs
fall into
prayer.
I am a turkey
drunk with rain
crossing the road
with lips parted.
9 comments:
Lovely piece, Gabrielle. We've recently lost a lot of trees in our region through terrible storms. It's always sad to see that happen, but your poem captures the beauty of a tree in the breeze.
Kat
Rain is good when expressed from this sky.
These are marvelous. The image of the deer struck me especially. These animals are like sacred whispers. They always stop me in my tracks and remind me to breathe. Thanks for these.
Lovely and rich!
I loved this walk. . . .
Aloha-
Comfort Spiral
These are really wonderful! :-)
Gabrielle, I am in love with Black Bark... I am that deer...
Or perhaps you can hear my "gobble, gobble"?
How divinely divine, how holy your words...
Thank you for this gift!
.. too good ..
Enjoyed this one
Reading this uplifts my mood so effectively, making me feel good about the world we live in (which at times I feel I'm 'stuck', 'cramped' in). It's a grander world, after all, than a mere pair of eyes can take in. ;) And that turkey has fully charmed me (I'm off to follow his example).
Cheers.
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