Nine Poems for Earth Day, from earth days past

Yeh spring
yeh love-
bright shinin
sweet heat
Yeh spring
Yeh love-
stormy days
rains beat

whatzit? whatzit? whatzit? whatzit?
doin to me?
prying open my seeds
singin songs to be free
let the flowers romance
until fruit bends the branch

Yeh spring,
Yeh love-
bright shinin
sweet heat
Yeh spring
Yeah love-
stormy days
rains beat
Yeh spring
Yeh love
Yeh spring
Yeh love
Yeh love
Yeh love
Yeh love

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Prayer to the Earth, Mother Earth

we measure our dance against your spin.
we grow when we root in your rhythms.
we stretch alive against the graceful container of your gravity.
Remind us our bodies are part of the land.

Your body is ripped & pulverized,
scabbed with concrete & sucked of nutrients
Remind us our bodies are part of the land.

The salt from our sweat & our tears
spills & spills to your oceans,
yet boiled & oiled & chemicalled waters cannot be renewed
until our waves of sweat & tears turn with your tides
instead of being damned by dreams of the Grossest National Product.
Remind us our bodies are part of the land.

And oh breath of your air
that gently torches each tiny energy of our cells –
even wind is made heavy with sighs of smoldering lives
& smoke & farts of cars that sour flesh & dull our brains.
Remind us our bodies are part of the land.

Mother Earth
Remind us our bodies are part of the land.

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The deep tapestry of bird song
Lifts up the dawning light
And my voice weaves in too
Welcoming the rising of my waking heart.

Would naming each bird
Enrich my soul?
Or distract from the Pure Joy
Of sound & new bright dewy day?

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Spring Excitement
The myriad & many buds
On the verge of blossoming-
The crescendo of excitement
Just before orgasm
MMMMM

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Grown Brown

From brown Winter-fallow fields
I grew fresh from brown seeds swollen with Spring rain.
Sun pulled me up, bursting with Summer bounty
Until Fall fatigue & coolness ended by browning me
Into crackly dry brown stalks of plant bones,
Waiting to be plowed back into the Earth
To feed the fertile brown of tomorrow.

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Sunset blazes-bright- across the sky
Into my Heart- inspiring me to Dance-
Dancing barefoot in the green green grass.
To dance – for unnamed God behind the blazing sun!
To dance – for green of grass & joy of dance!
I dance ‘til grass & I are wet with dew
And then surrender, willingly, to night.

To worship God with lipless prayer is pure.
My body sings while lips are yet unsure.

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dandelions

dandelions cure disease
but people are taught that they’re ugly weeds.
bright sunshine flowers tenaciously cling.
someday we’ll all praise their healing properties
again.

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fingers, comb meadow grass
poetry, bells, and sweet pot weave fingers into combing
new varieties of human fur.
flies buzz, bite flesh.
bodies form a fresh niche in the mountain biosphere-
no walls to hold our yeses
our yeses echo only
in all our orifices.
naked against wild herbs,
they scratch us into tiny scabs of tomorrow,
we bruise them into dense perfume of now.

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April Shepherd’s Purse

Little lambs, blossoming in a herd, corralled into an umbrella,
Green heart seed pods offered forth to spread your wealth,
Sister stalk tall enough to quietly broadcast your goodness,
All grounded by rosette of greenery clinging to the disturbed earth.
Thank you for your bitter essence that staunches bodily bleeds.
For that you are Sweet, Weed.