Nature Tilts Her Chin


Reclining on a carpet

Of sparkling, emerald moss

Nature tilts her chin

To let the sunlight step across

The rainbow she inhales

That dances on her face

As she digs into the soil

Her roots, firmly in place

A harmony of breezes

Blow, so softly, through her hair

Whispering the secrets

That have gathered in the air

From old prophetic spirits

To reacquaint with bliss

Golden silence is emitted

From her pursed and arid lips

Her hollow is a haven

For the early breath of spring

Each newborn cry is heard

As a sacred offering

Lending her a song

That fills the earth with wonder

Breaking from the stillness

In the waters they lie under

The flowers of the field

Splay multicolored thread

To weave a vibrant pillow

For each one to rest their head

So tenderly, she cradles them

In arms as old as time

Then sets them free to fly away

From branches they have climbed


©Kay Salady











About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on October 25, 2012, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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