Earth’s Meditation

yellow dry maple

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“Do you know?” she asked,

Ankles deep in gold leaves.

“Do you know what the earth

meditates upon in autumn?”

“Ask the acorns,” he said.

“Query the roots of the trees.”

“Would they not,” she returned,

“Tell only their thoughts?

Would they hear the earth’s song

Over that of their seed?”

“Ask the squirrels, then,” he sighed

Rake in hand, a wind urging

His work to proceed.

“Or the sky, or the clouds

Or your own heart

Beneath that old tweed.

Ask the earth

As it speaks to the autumn,

While the soles of your feet

Fill these bags

Top to bottom.”



For dVerse Tuesday Poetic: the question as poetry



32 thoughts on “Earth’s Meditation

  1. This is excellent – some very nice wordsmithing
    “Rake in hand, a wind urging

    His work to proceed.”

    and the conversation between He and She – the differences between their outlooks seen in the questions and answers.
    Thank you for joining in and glad Neruda inspired such a poem

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    • Love this observation! And so glad his impatience came through .. πŸ˜‰ Even if … he might be right, and some answers are there to be found (perhaps while one stops procrastinating and gets some of her chores done … πŸ˜‰ )
      Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment!

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    • Thank you, Christine! I think she might also value watching someone else do the work over having to actually – literally? – get into the nitty gritty of chores … πŸ™‚
      I’m so glad the voices worked and that the blending of these came through! Great comment and I appreciate your taking the time to write it here! πŸ™‚


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