How the Earth Tells the Sky

How the Earth Tells the Sky

She sings with frost on these mornings to bring her voice high.
Each crystalline grass blade a present, a thing for the Sky.

Her epoch valleys carved by the sluice of glaciers and time’s
long stare. She’s hoping their echoes will ring to the Sky.

She makes little fists at the end of each branch. They sound like
silver. With exuberant slowness, she opens in Spring for the Sky.

He gathers up clouds in luminous piles. Certain with sovereignty,
strong as any headwind, hurls a torrent. It flings from the Sky.

His pleasing rain. His gentle rain falling. Scattering on all flowers.
Sliding across all leaves. Devours each lightning sting from the Sky.

I’m learning a secret. I don’t have it yet. This flickering epiphany
evades me. It’s the way the Earth whispers with wings to the Sky.

BY Lori Bellamy
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ahlam st
ahlam st
1 year ago

That’s great and beautiful, thank you.

Clare Reynolds
Clare Reynolds
1 year ago

This is beautiful- capturing the lovely interaction within all Nature, governed by a Wisdom that has been there from the Beginning , yet speaks like it’s the first time in every moment.I know that flickering epiphany- yes, like a whisper that you can’t quite hear. Thank you.

Patrick Mullin
Patrick Mullin
1 year ago

The signivicant insignificance of man

Natali Anam Àire
Natali Anam Àire
1 year ago

Beautiful, absolutely Beautiful!!! THANK YOU so much!!

David Bellamy
David Bellamy
1 year ago

It is beautiful. And intriguing. Keep learning secrets!

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