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MOTHER EARTH
Ode to Gaia I woke to soft mists over the river, A chilled, liquid, world where dew falls as rain From the trees in muted musical notes And the air is faintly luminescent… A surreal place of contrasts and shadows In pastel hues applied with a soft brush.
I kneel beside last night’s campfire and brush Away ash, which settles on the river… A fine, white, snow swirling in dark shadows Of mist and water…a breeze brings more rain, Drops hissing on coals, red and luminescent As birds announce the sunrise with bright notes.
Upon my pad, a monarch reads my notes. Later in the day, I will hear the brush Of its wings in my mind, luminescent Beats, which bubble in memory’s river. Another breeze and more dew falls as rain, Some glimmering pale gold in the shadows.
Sadness fills me and tears fall as rain. These days are fragile things, luminescent Once-was-could be’s…for man chooses to brush Such beauty aside…he prefers shadows, His music consists of discordant notes Of waste which pollutes earth, air and river.
Slowly, the mists flow into the shadows, There to sleep ‘till crickets play the first notes Of tomorrow…dew is no longer rain, Each drop a glowing gem at the first brush Of the sun, which also turns the river Into gold, molten and luminescent. No better word would do…luminescent… Glittering light dances where once shadows And mists were pastels over the river… And the music! Nature’s symphonic notes! The birds, the river and the whisk-whisk brush Of leaves form harmonies as soft, warm rain.
Beautiful the river! How sweet the rain! I’ll record these notes in luminescent Script and soft shadows, with my soul the brush!
