Forest Song
Forest Song
Lean back easy to the soil
let your elbows root
watch the clouds go by
for a few weeks.
Curl, wrap around a stump
reach your fingers to the sky
when it rains you can
open your eyes.
Stay, wait until it’s cold,
blossom underneath the waning
moonlight, where the
hemlocks come to sing.
Here, deep inside the night
listen for the creek
in the Earth where the
memories fit together.
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Copyright © 2009 Jade Leone Blackwater
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Jade, this is an awesome poem. It really feels like a song -- it settled into my insides and began thumping out a primal sort of dance beat. It seems perfect for this season of growing chill. I recently met some old-growth hemlocks, and this now rings even more vividly. I can all but smell the aroma of the moist earth and fragrant trees! Thank you for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely! "blossom under the waning . . ." -- I think that's my favorite line. :)
ReplyDeletephilalogue - thank you so much for your comments. It is so rewarding to share a piece of poetry and then hear back from someone who 'gets it'. I'm glad that this one sings for you.
ReplyDeleteLené - thanks for stopping by! I wrote this while reflecting on what it might be like to be a tree, rooted in place, absorbing every change in season, temperature, and light. Some of us tend to bloom in the dark. ;)