Tuesday, Grace is in charge of Poetics for dVerse Poets Pub. She has given us the subject of a new poetry form: the eco poem. The eco poem stresses our relationship to nature and the earth without giving a political rant, a listing of ecological horrors – Come visit to find out more about this intriguing and timely form.


copyright kanzensakura

copyright kanzensakura

In our climate controlled rooms,
Walking on synthetic carpets
And breathing canned air,
We forget the feel of grass under our feet.
We forget the fragrance of summer rain.
We forget the sexy flush of summer sun on naked skin.

Surrounding ourselves with a barrage of digital noise,
Embedding ourselves in celluloid images,
eating canned fruit,
We forget the sound of birds at first light,
We forget the vistas of sunrise and sunset,
We forget the joy of imbibing sun warmed blackberries fresh off the vine.

In our climate controlled rooms
We watch through coated glass the first flakes of snow falling
And return to whatever important thing is on our computer.
We are forced to remember when our car is covered
With pure white snow and the wheels spin helpless, floundering.
The cold snow stings our skin and the cold air stabs our lungs
And the cold smell of storm fills our being with primeval
desire to flee and fight for survival.
We remember first hand how small we are in the midst
Of winter storm and how fragile is our flesh.

And the winds blow the snow into a horizontal fist
That beats your body as you return to those climate controlled rooms
And are forced to admit just exactly who is the boss of you.

public domain file photo Winter Storm Jonas

public domain file photo Winter Storm Jonas

December: Thursday 3:00 a.m.

The snow started Wednesday afternoon. I drove home from work in a flurry of clustered white flakes. By the time I was home, the roads were white and the grass was covered.  The clusters turned into a mini-blizzard of individual flakes that obscured the view from my living room window.  By bedtime, several inches snow had fallen.

Excited as a child, I turned on the front porch light to watch the steadily falling snow.  I grinned and told my cat….no school tomorrow!  He yawned.  Snow days are rare in the south and knowing work would be cancelled the next day caused glee to explode in my heart.  I awoke several times and checked – still snowing.  Fast and furious with no letup in sight.  I finally settled to sleep – warm and snug with Sam at my feet.

Out of a sound sleep, I awoke with memory of snow.  I sat up and went to look out the front window.  Still snowing!  Deep snow was up to a foot against my storm door window.  I couldn’t resist the call of the snow.

I changed into a sweatshirt and sweatpants and tucked the pants into high snow boots. On went my down jacket, gloves and a muffler wound around my head, face and throat.  I opened the door and escaped into the night.

The snow was light and fluffy and was easily moved by my feet.  I looked around at the snowy nightscape.  I was in a different world – no flashlight was needed.  The snow reflected ambient light and I walked out into my yard.  All was silent except for the hissing of the snow as it fell and the scrunch of my boots in the snow.

I was in a world of silence, of calm, of peace.  I looked  up into the trees – lines of black against the grey of the sky and the white of the snow.  A sumi drawing of a different reality – a chiaroscuro of light and shadows.  I caught my breath and then breathed in the cold – a sweet smell, clear and clean.  I spread my arms wide and began to turn circles – waltzing with the snow to music only I could hear.

I took a journey around my house – stopping to eat some snow or look at how the azaleas caught the snow on their branchy fingers.  Three does and a buck regally walked through the opposite end of my yard, saw me, stopped, and continued on their royal progress with slow motion majesty.  I stood in respect to watch them pass and made a mental note to put corn out for them and other critters in the morning.

I finally went back into the house, going in through the garage, stamping my feet and shaking snow from my clothing.  I took off my wrappings to leave outside.  I put water on to boil and brought out my special large white mug.  A healthy pinch of jasmine tea, with a few extra flowers went into the bottom.  As the water hit the tea, a smell of green and flowers wafted and fragranced the air.  I looked into the mug – white flowers slowly spinning.  I walked to the window and looked – white snow flowers slowly spinning.  I turned on the TV…….ha! My office was closed.  I finished my tea and went back to bed – at peace in warmth…at peace in the night snow of my dreams.

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