Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Green again

Now that it’s finally sane to go outside again, get ready for a lot of nature-inspired poetry.

 

Communion with nature

The image is striking, if

a bit outlandish.

Trees grasping goblets of grass-pungent wine

on supplicant limbs

whose bark crackles, crusty

like broken loaves.

 

They tithe in oxygen, brown needles

scattered among the undergrowth,

acorn shells that lie like empty chalices

expectant of rain,

offered out of raw spring hearts.

 

The idea of salvation is outlandish–

the immortal God

dying for an alien world.

 

Salvation is outlandish,

not unlike a gathering of trees

to contemplate it.

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