Ode de Erda
Robins
fill my yard
Digging
down in the dirt
They
will not starve
Plentiful
rain brings worms inert
How
they feast!
Scattered
grey goons
Dissipate
for a chance to relate
To
the shiny faced loon
this
melts spring’s heartache
Beaming
golden strings
warming
the crust
Bees
practice buzz and sting
As
birds sing full of lust
The
lake is teaming eggs
From
nesting and wriggly fish
Birdwatchers
and fishermen make a wish
Downriver
the bears stumble from dens
Fox,
deer, and raccoon cross icy water
Following
the river’s dips and bends
Handing
over new structure to the beaver and otter
The
rocks push back at rapids
Slimy
with moss and lichen
Tiny
bats eek, “we are not yet rabid!”
There
is a purity not yet syphoned
The
earth’s core hums and pulls
With
a strength known by no man
For
all that is stored
Runs
like hourglass sand
How
large is the glass?
Will
time win out?
We
pour over the past
“For
the future!”, we shout
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