trees, in general; oaks, especially;
burr oaks that survive fire, in particular;
and the generosity of apples
seeds, all of them: carrots like dust,
winged maple, doubled beet, peach kernel;
the inevitability of change
frogsong in spring; cattle
lowing on the farm across the hill;
the melodies of sad old songs
comfort of savory soup;
sweet iced fruit; the aroma of yeast;
a friend's voice; hard work
seasons; bedrock; lilacs;
moonshadows under the ash grove;
something breaking through
Patricia Monaghan
Many thanks to my mermaid sister, Joanna Powell Colbert, for bringing the late Patricia Monaghan's lovely reflective poem back to my attention. The poem was originally published in Patricia's chapbook, Grace of Ancient Land.
5 comments:
Thank you for introducing me to
a new writer...
Oh how I love this poem!
Me too, Joanna, and I miss Pat.
I think it's time for me to look at Patricia's books again. Sigh, to think of her looking at us from the other side, and I wonder is she smiling?
Perfect poem for me on this day.
How does one know if they are a mermaid?
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