Earth Says

From foothills,
Earth spreads bare toes
into desert valley sand,
smooths red-gold skirt over mountain lap,
twists ribbons of morning mist and frost
across yellow field grass.
Come sit, Earth says.

So I stop:
Wood smoke on the wind threads
through damp, decaying garden.
Sluggish crickets creak a song
for brittle, brown zinnia bones'
rattle-crack dance.
Come sit, Earth says. Rest.

But I resist — to the north,
geese honk muted calls
to gather for lift off.
They rise in rolling v's
from pond to cloud-rippled blue.
Come fly, Sky says.
And I go.









Contest/publish records:
Segullah, December 2016 http://segullah.org/genre/poetry/earth-says/
Messages on the Water http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/merrijane

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