A Feather [A
Mirror Poem] Julie A. Dickson
On this,
a day of perfect weather,
Against
the pale blue sky - a feather
Streak
of white as clouds pass by,
Appears
as sketched from artist’s eye
After
which the canvas clears
When in
the noonday sky appears,
Imaginary
shapes portray
A moving
picture, vast array
As if to
entertain and show
The
world – a ceaseless, timeless flow
~ ~ ~
The
world – a ceaseless, timeless flow
As if to
entertain and show
A moving
picture, vast array
Imaginary
shapes portray
When in
the noonday sky appears,
After
which the canvas clears
Appears
as sketched from artist’s eye
Streak
of white as clouds pass by,
Against
the pale blue sky - a feather
On this,
a day of perfect weather
Known by Many Names -- Julie A. Dickson
Gaia speaks as Mother Earth, whispers softly to her child
Child answers Isis, goddess of trees and forests wild
Pachamama swaddles babe and holds him to her breast
Babe at the vast hillside, snuggles Demeter’s ample chest
Nokomis feeds a bounty, daughter of the moon abides
Longs for Earth sustainable, Jord the mother, life provides
Danu nurtures fauna, she walks upon majestic plains
Call we must to Maka, Earth Mother known by many names
Anu hangs her head dismayed, a sadness wells up in her soul
Children cease to honor earth, wilderness since the times of
old
Mother Nature, Goddess weeps a flood eternally
Feels the loss of nature, the Earth not what it’s meant to
be
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