With summer in the ascendency, I have gone back to the early days of spring when I went for a nature walk with my notebook filled with words of poetry ready to be recited. My friend and poet, Holly from House of Heart, graciously gave permission for me to record my recitation of Forest Song.
With the river winding its way to the ocean and the leaves emerging from hibernation, it was the perfect setting for voicing the words aloud to the listening trees. What I did not expect was that there would be other early morning walkers along the pathway that would seem to linger to hear the words of poetry.
I should not have been surprised, for as Holly writes “the hunger for romance appears alive and well and I think that it will remain so for those who enjoy an escape into beauty, for owners of broken hearts on the mend and the lost longing for renewal, or simply the fundamentally sentimental.”
Wherever you are, I invite you to pause and recite these words of poetry with me.
I hear the chatter of anxious birds. The wind and rain have shredded their nests. A sudden flight of wings fill wispy petals of clouds passing over.
Beneath the tall pines I hear creaking branches stretch like old bones.
Needing to be heard, the brittle crunch of leaves beneath my feet make their sound.
A White tail deer watches from a grassy knoll, his majestic antlers in silhouette against the splintered rays of sunset. My breath is but a whisper in this sacred place that offers everything and asks for nothing.
Forest Song by Holly from House of Heart. Posted on November 29, 2019