PROFOUND POEMS: “Passerby, These are Words” by Yves Bonnefoy

Passerby, These are Words Passerby, these are words. But instead of reading I want you to listen: to this frail Voice like that of letters eaten by grass. Lend an ear, hear first of all the happy bee Foraging in our almost rubbed-out names. It flits between two sprays of leaves, Carrying the sound of…

NATURE POEMS: “Why I need the birds” by Lisel Mueller

  Why I Need the Birds When I hear them call in the morning, before I am quite awake, my bed is already traveling the daily rainbow, the arc toward evening; and the birds, leading their own discreet lives of hunger and watchfulness, are with me all the way, always a little ahead of me…

“The legacy of trees”…. amazing article (and video 18 minutes)

    Like humans, trees are extremely social creatures, utterly dependent on each other for their survival. And, as it is with us, communication is key. After scientists discovered pine tree roots could transfer carbon to other pine tree roots in a lab, ecology professor Suzanne Simard set out to figure out how they did…

Nature Poems: “”We have a beautiful mother” by Alice Walker

art by Jim Warren | The Beautiful Moods of Mother Earth | Illusion art “We have a beautiful mother”     We have a beautiful Mother Her hills Are buffaloes Her buffaloes Hills. We have a beautiful Mother Her oceans Are wombs Her wombs Oceans. We have a beautiful Mother Her teeth The white stones…

INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES FOR EARTH DAY

    Kahlil Gibran: “Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet, and the winds long to play with your hair.” Wendell Berry: “The earth is what we all have in common.” Thomas Fuller: “He that plants trees loves others beside himself.” Cree Indian proverb: “Only when the last tree has died…

POEMS: “April Piece” — by Armchair Zen (re-blogged)

Armchair Zen Noni among the flowers   April Piece   Such newfound joy I behold each year When April’s song bends my ear. The robins’ whistle by the fence, The gobble of the turkey thence. The warblers chatter, the swallows dart In living, breathing, springing art. From Earth rises all manner of things, As if…