This Earth
Sounds are creepy, arising
in a quickening rush
as echoes
within this valley
where an ancient river
carves at the soil. Climbing down
the ravine
we see an inner beauty
where wilderness deer hooves
hesitate at foreign sounds.
Pushing forward, bold steps peer
from a curtain of mist, a
place of respite, time to relax
and absorb
whispers from this land.
© 2002 Richard L. Provencher
Published March 2009
Word Catalyst Magazine Vol 2 No 8
A Magazine for Creative Expression
Comments
Nathan Bednarek | October 10, 2009 - 16:11
'where wilderness deer hooves
hesitate at foreign sounds.'
I really think your 'nature' themed poems are some of the best on this website. You really capture the soul of the place you're describing and you do that with just a few words! A very pleasant and soothing read- thanks for that and well done! ;-)
Nathan.
Richard L. Prov... | October 11, 2009 - 02:45
Such powerful and encouraging words. Thank you, N. When I visit the woods, I sit, close my eyes and listen to it breathe. And I absorb that soothing. One of my short stories (A Song of Sanctuary) is about what I heard from Nature during a tenting overnight on an island. That trip taught me much about writing nature poetry. R.