Susan's Poetry: Green

18 August 2012

Green

The forest shows blue

yellow white to the artist

who walks through her youth.

My picture shows the artist, my mother Dot Chast, on Hunter Mountain near the waterfall. Leo posted the theme #158 - Green today at Haiku Heights, and I went with it back to the same pine mountain I used in the poem "Soul" (my response to Haiku Heights #157-Soul).

THE PEACE of WILD THINGS

by Wendell Berry

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

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18 August 2012

Green

Poetry of a changing Earth. The grief is real–so is the hope.

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