Today’s poem is written in response to Hannah’s beautiful, nature inspired post over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads She was inspired by the artwork and film from Andy Goldsworthy — I’ll post links to his work at the end of this post. Thank you Hannah, for the inspiration! I wrote this today while sitting in one of my writing spaces — my backyard.
I am an observer in
white blossoms hang, opened above me
I breathe in their honeysuckle sweetness
that lingers in the air, a soft breeze tickling my face
the quiet rushing wind in my ears along with
a tinkling of wind-chimes, conversations of birds
hums of motors, a car door shutting, an airplane passing above.
leaves, yellowed, green & brown – scatter at my feet
old bricks with spaces
where earth has grown in
green roots have shot up
and ant hills formed in their midst.
I must be careful not to disturb them
my bare feet sinking into long green chutes
pressing soft dirt between my toes
as I leave.
Copyright May 5 Stacie Eirich
Andy Goldsworthy is an environmental artist – check out his beautiful work: http://visualmelt.com/Andy-Goldsworthy
He also has a beautiful, thought provoking film, which you can view on YouTube:
Rivers and Tides