The magical forest all falls downSquirrels, treetops, caves and townsLeft is flatness, spread to space A hot wind blowsWhat is this place? Form without matterWind without songs?Everywhere something moving wrong What of the wishes, and hopes for freedom What of the lovers left unfound Something survives, or we would not seeGive it some giving, plant […]
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All of us are joined by touch By egg, or pollen, living dust All are children of the first Fighting, feeding Life’s a church – JW Marsh
Just before me, as I write, A Marigold bush, alive with bees Gathering sweetness to take to their nests Butterflies sometimes join in the feast Another astonishing face of Gaia Magic and beauty pulled up from the soil Fragrance and colors Gifts gladly given Wherever we look there’s more Earth appreciation poems √ Climate action
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All of life is a carnival, a noisy, colorful rise of flesh Bring bright reds, yellows and greens Be seen from the sky by a king or a queen Noises mix, from ears to feet shaking with the planet’s beat Visions of nakedness, color and heat A crowd has arrived, and the crowd wants meat
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Sycamore flowers Red, female on the left. Green, male on the right. Seeds from the females will be spread by wind Platanus racemosa – California Sycamore If you see a row of Sycamore trees in Southern California, you’re going to find a creek nearby. ‘Aliso” is the Spanish name for these trees. The word also
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Fellow dancers in joy and pain All of us seeking, all of us gaining Born without asking Placed as a scatter Driven to happiness All the same What to do with such simple equations All the same is all the same All our good work will turn to vapor Do it for love, then All
Heaven’s bent the world’s become scent something here I can’t prevent Wild breaths love’s tracks, leading to the water Talk a mile, touch a smile, find a place to rest Wrap around us, pull the blind, make a moment last Loves’s light, love’s fright singing through the fog The rattle of the water and the
Like a moth to flame or a vulture to the sight of death or fish to food that’s scattered by some traitor from above I’m drawn to softness, touch and warm The rub of flesh, cheek and tongue Hold me close, feel the whispers When we breathe there’s only one – JW Marsh
Now that I’m up, I’m not coming down Happy here in comfort town Air conditioning, ice cold drinks I think I ought to stay Brothers and sisters stuck below Why should anyone help you now Close by the oily grey canal smells of rats and fish surround Maybe some streetcar, bus or taxi will give