Praises - Rebecca Evert

[Larry Robinson]

Praises 

(A Walk at Fairfield Osborn Preserve)

 

When I listen deeply

bare feet on the earth

caress falling leaf carpets

oak leaf mash

path of yellow gold dust

lined with Bay Laurel balls

 

When I wander through fog-shrouded hills

with primal root forms 

mosses enlivened by raindrops

lichens of gray and green

feathery horsetails 

fungi’s secret messages

the flicker calls

the juvenile red hawk circling 

the sapsucker drills couplets on poplars and aspens

 

(fly punctuates this writing on paper)

 

When I stop to inhale the scent of creek near dampness

hear frogs echo ageless water spirits

in a stream cradled by rocks

ancient lands reveal splashes of yellow maple

boulders move sloth-like down the hillside

 

This is how the knowing comes

    up into the body 

        sap rising 

 

 rooting me to earth

 

	- Rebecca Evert


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