Earth is writing herself into poems,
For poetry is what she feels within her deepest being;
And all the emotions of her mind are seasons,
And being so large and slow moving,
Her emotions pass only very tediously;
So that it takes many months
To complete the shift from hot and voluptuous
To thin and chill.
Earth hides her poetry in flowers and birds,
In clouds and rain showers.
Earth buries her words in soft soil
And tumultuous waves.
Her vocabulary so beautiful by now
She never has to erase a single line.
Wherever earth weeps, new growth springs up
In compassion, to cover over the old scars.
Jan.2 2010
earth expressions are its poem..a beautiful view of it..please read my 'darling..don't keep me waiting'
The most perfect of Poetesses and so well described here Patti....lovely write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ohh yes poet lady, you are so in tune to mother earthl You describe her in ways that make it much easier to understand her. It is a mother to mother connection which reveals so much about our mother earth.....Heart warming and beautiful poetry.. Jim Troy