Those buttercups that ran along the walkway
of your grandmother’s house, and the red begonias
she dug out of the ground every September
and brought into the warm kitchen, a woodstove,
a little table with flowers on it.
I could say this, hepatica in spring,
green fire upon a common grackle’s wing,
the first snow, a first kiss, the last wish,
fresh cherries in a China dish,
a hundred tree frogs singing in a swamp.
Everywhere we look the earth displays
a tenderness of purpose.
What can we do but open up our voices?
(My New Chapbook is Coming Soon)
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We’ve been open to nature for many, many years. Part of our work at this age is helping others, younger than us, to be open to Mother Earth and her richness ♥️
And nice poem my friend.
Thanks, Alan. You know a lot about it!
Just a gorgeous poem. Thank you