by Kjell Nykvist
The Earth’s Breath is
The kissing reds of rose beds;
Is the blue jay’s lift and curl
In a bush- and sun-spread day;
Is the lake’s changeling face
Turned silver by the moon’s reflection;
Is the soft-caught cedar tree
Aged, flecked with snow.
The Earth’s Breath is
A monument unto itself;
Is ebb and flow and
Life, death, rebirth;
Is both erasure
And remembrance.
The Earth’s Breath is
What makes one ask:
What is the Earth’s Breath?
?
From:
Bryan Damien Nichols
Copyright ©:
Bryan Damien Nichols
Last updated December 30, 2014