Deep Bows - Judith Stone

[Larry Robinson]

Deep Bows
 
I know that spring is here
When the fields are buttered
With flowers, and melting with water
 
When tall common egrets
stretch their necks out and
curve them into the curving hills.
Or let their white robed shoulders
Bow down to the cool wet grasses
 
The table of creation has been set again.
They dine in monastic silence
while the cows eat, too
While the kites fly,
while the hawks hunt
and Red-winged blackbirds
take a long deep breath of sky
and exhale above the marshes.
And punctuate them with song!
 
Perhaps they are calling us into their world
Saying listen to our languages,
Sing with us our sounds
And be wholly here with us
in the mystery,
And feel how rich it is this
springtime poem that is, for now
the recurrence of the world.
 
	- Judith Stone