A Winter solstice poem for a very short day
12-21-21
The Night was Dark
The Moon was Bold.
La lune rayonnante,
Luminary.
The Lettuce was lifting upwardly.
Collecting some green-red petals
under the moonlight's parasol, Arc--
then nurturing the Biome, the Cells, a m-i-c-r-o-cosmos.
As surely as the night was long
the body was resting, absorbing
the nurturing, the nutrients
that rose up so greenly and redly, roundly in the darkness.
Now with your Light,
Go Gently and Grow,
Let us care in this Roundness,
this Circle--
for Terra.
Makes me want to put down roots (literally, as the Millennials say...)
ReplyDeleteand be a tree...oui...so understanding and understood.
DeleteCe doit être un sol fertile.
ReplyDeletec'est un sol fortifié!
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