From a Country Overlooked

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There are no creatures you cannot love.

A frog calling at God

From the moon-filled ditch

As you stand on the country road in the June night.

The sound is enough to make the stars weep

With happiness.

In the morning the landscape green

Is lifted off the ground by the scent of grass.

The day is carried across its hours

Without any effort by the shining insects

That are living their secret lives.

The space between the prairie horizons

Makes us ache with its beauty.

Cottonwood leaves click in an ancient tongue

To the farthest cold dark in the universe.

The cottonwood also talks to you

Of breeze and speckled sunlight.

You are at home

in these great empty places

along with red-wing blackbirds and sloughs.

You are comfortable in this spot

so full of grace and being

that it sparkles like jewels

spilled on water.

(c) Tom Hennen

What places are you comfortable in? What places make you ache with their beauty? Are they the same places? If so why? If not, why not?
Begin a poem with the line, “There are no creatures I cannot love…”

The post From a Country Overlooked appeared first on Mary Reynolds Thompson.