Lungs of the Mother

Lungs of the Mother…

I stand outside your broken and burning archway with ignorant charity in hand.

In exchange…we have replaced your inclusive welcoming with fiery threats.

As an accomplice, how many promises have I made…purposeful gluttonous lies?

I hear your rasp and rattles off an empty oxygen tank.

Breathing toxic-ly I tend to forget, forget, forget.

With the timbers of your heart ablaze…soon all I will remember is death, death, death.

Tropical forests presently cover about 2.4 billion hectares or about 16 percent of Earth’s land surface.
The world’s largest rainforest is the Amazon rainforest
Brazil has the largest extent of rainforest cover, including nearly two-thirds of the Amazon.
Rainforests also exist outside the tropics, including temperate North America, South America, Australia, and Russia.
An estimated 50 percent of terrestrial biodiversity is found in rainforests
Rainforests are thought to store at least 250 billion tons of carbon
Deforestation and degradation of tropical forests account for roughly 10 percent of global greenhouse emissions from human activities

Dame Nature

Modest and without presumptions, pursue nature with truth.

In the lush scenery step as though, progress is not a need.

Tread with the style in which…Dame Nature deems courtly

Picket fences no longer impede progress. no more than wilted, emerald…

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Dressing Gifts with Conflict

Watching the earth breathe in her simple needs…less a temptress or a priestess…but a tomboy…throwing sticks and stones.

Believing that all wants are the center of the storm.

Pointing a finger with a twisted twig at the way the better half lives.

Dressing our gifts with conflicts of bitter cold.

Yet, who has bullied who.

When will the breathing…not renew.

 

Mother Earth Has Called

The great deceiver?  These platelets of ice…leading me to believe ‘if I’ve stepped there once…I can step there twice!’

In the midst of the fall, hanging vaguely onto drawing myself near to dear.

All I hear is, Mother Earth calling me…

‘I am the the greatest magician of them all.  One will never be able to stand on all that is borrowed.’

Naturalist Christmas

 

 

No way to know these woods well, to assume, they are my friends.

No way to examine sacrificed buildings,

to know if they have a hand to lend.

While routine holds fast to my wandering eye.

The purist in me believes, it is my love for recanted beauty that will get me by.

Long lasting and languid, as a lover’s kiss.

A slumbering, lumbering, shine.

Such as coffee, in my morning cup.

So, what of devotion offering a look up?

Freedom of thought.

Offerings mature in shredded leaf.

Matted frost prints, two feet, several precious paws.

Hints of frankincense from a misguided thaw.

There is no ambiguity between the rock and dust that is chilled in a worn path.

The floating heavens did not force my hand.

It is but grace that brought me here.

It is with grace I hope to hold that affinity dear.