Written for: April 2021 PAD Challenge - Day 22
"Write a nature poem."
Hope is the thing with feathers
who moves his soft velvety head.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air
call to you, harsh and exciting.
I want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun
on this fresh morning. See the peonies heavy and pink
as '80s bridesmaid dresses.
Inhale, exhale–since the beginning of time,
trees have created clean, fresh air.
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky
in whispered songs through the leaves.
Who will sing it then
after they are gone?
(Line of poetry taken from: Emily Dickenson, Mary Oliver,
Katherine Riegel, Andrea Sarrubi Fereshteh, Rumi, Wildgypsypoet)