Earth’s Meditation

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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

 

 

Vintage Ride

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

As you rumble along

Under skies

Blue like song,

Do you travel

Afar

To the past

In this car?

What new memories

You’d share

Of what’s found

Over there?

Do days gone

Still speed on

Scene by scene

Gray and green

By the glean

Of your machine?

 

 

For the Sunday Stills Challenge: Vintage

 

 

Wonder On

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

May we never stop to wonder.

May we never lose a dream.

May the image in our spirit

Find its way into our realm.

May the fairies that can flutter

In our younger, fresher soul,

Move forth awe and harvest marvel

To grow us closer to our whole.

 

 

For The Daily Post

Tenderness

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May tenderness infuse your heart

In every turn you take

May warmth envelope every day

And soften all your cares

May awe and joy flow in your soul

Like sunbeams in the air

May your see caring, everywhere.

It is already there.

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