Every fern unfurling
Each tiny aster bursting
all the way up
to the ridge
Says I give it all again
just like last year
says here, take, eat
Feast on this life.
We don’t care if you ride
the Harleys roaring
in that wolfpack way
to the next bar
We don’t care if you drive
tricked out tractors
hauling trailers
of what we cannot
wait for one more day
We don’t care if you drink
too much bet
too much
on the wrong horse
groan all night in your bed.
We don’t care from where
your many greeds arise.
We just keep on giving.
Sitting by the stone altar
I made, the right
crystals in all the right
quarters wanting only
to protect this valley
I hail all my relations
and do not care
if I am finding
the right words
I am finding
these words.
© Bill Prindle, 2015
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| Fern unfurling Photo by Tony Russell |
1 comment:
What a beautiful poem. Gives me another perspective entirely! Nature just keeps on giving no matter what and we can praise as we will----or not. Thank you for a lovely poem.
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