Speak for Nature
Who will speak for nature?
In spring when all is renewed, reborn,
buds unfolding, magically coming to life,
soil oozing over your shoes,
filled with nutrients–All kinds
of crawlers and creepers
enriching our plants,
robins calling back and forth
preparing nests for offspring, and
wrens doggedly returning to their
territorial jammed-packed-branch-filled houses,
columbine emerging like a rocket while,
fanning out their clover-shaped leaves
eagerly from the ground.
That indescribable, perfumed lilac memory
that returns you to your childhood,
and the tingle running through you
when breathing in springs raindrops . . .
Warmth pouring in your window
on a rainless spring day, lifting your sprits
from winter’s darkness, and away
from so many daily travails.
Nature’s voice though strong,
needs our continued compassion and care,
so we may hear her rein in again next spring.
I will speak for Nature!
© 2017 Michelle Kogan
I wanted to share another spring poem that has a flavor similar to mine. I went on a spring hunt and came up with a poem by William Wordsworth. You can read the rest of his poem at the Poetry Foundation
The Poetry Roundup this week is being hosted by Irene Latham at Live Your Poem, make sure to stop by she’s been working on ARTSPEAKS! Portraits poems.