Wonder
My feet are wings,
eyes luminous pearls strung
on the bare-armed maple,
ears the owl’s lament in the forest
where I’ll walk this morning
dark loam cushioning my steps
the green bowing down
the big cedar inviting me
to touch her mossy skirt,
press my body against her great weight,
breathe in the aroma
of leaf, root and bough–
the bud at the heart of all things.
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Lorraine Gane is a poet, writer, teacher, and editor. Her poems, articles, essays, and reviews have been widely published. She is the author of Even the Slightest Touch Thunders on My Skin, and is now working on a new volume, The Blue Halo. She teaches writing through online courses, private workshops and at universities. www.lorrainegane.com.
LCP National Poetry Month Blog 2011 