Nature shares
her ability to make life
tolerable.
She pulls her canopy
over us
as we do blankets
in bed
In order to hide
from that which is too big,
too immense
for understandin'.
I need not an institution
between me and the Lord.
We light up
day and night,
flickin' cherries
as they, contained,
burn fingertips and lips.
Unaware of implied literacy
we discuss history,
that which we write
In terms of poetry.
We sing our song
one song,
we have connected
with the underlyin' current
which actually covers
and runs through all that is...
My hills call on me.
I'm a country lad, born and raised in the country, with much time spent in wresting a living from land and livestock. This poem has a song of nature about it, and speaks of the earth and its bounty I liked "She pulls her canopy over us as we do blankets in bed". True of life, as of death....... Makes me think of why we refer to the majestic outdoors as "Mother Nature", as she inevitably gives all, and takes all... Nice work!