Friday, October 25, 2013

Friday Original Poem

A nature lesson
By Regina Gort

Follow two raccoons, their furry bodies scrambling
down the impossible side of a sandstone cliff
into the slide of rock where
they disappear into a burrow.

Undisturbed by the barrel waves crash
as the North wind blows
over the birches in a howl
as the colored leaves fall.

Notice, really take notice of
the lichen beds that flower in red hues
heads popped open deep and bright.

Acknowledge a hemlock
full of Flicker’s fodder.

Enter the conversation
flowing in the Garlic River silt
past white pines.

Allow yourself to take
the little Blue Heron feather,
clutch it to your chest knowing

you are one. 


  1. Wonderful reminder again for me to slow down... That always helps me to remember we are one with the natural world, with each other. Thank you, Gina!

    1. Well I have to thank you because it's you that inspire me to keep writing!

  2. The closest I came was watching a squirrel cavorting with my jack o'lantern, but I do love your gift for sharing your bond with nature.

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    1. Can't wait to take you out to meet the Garlic River :) Let the countdown begin!