Earth Pathways Showcase

Sitting in the sun -
my face is burnished gold
and the world a hum:
I hear the songs of birds
and the breeze shaking out dry leaves
on the bush behind me.
Like bones, that bush
rattles its dead wood;
left by autumn
and forgotten by winter,
it is the skeleton of last year.
All around the pregnant earth is murmuring.
I hear in the sunlight
the voice of spring
and I feel in the golden warmth
the birth of new life.
The beginnings are singing,
and the joy of life is bursting
fresh upon my senses.

February © Hannah Fries

I want to spray a whole field with my love,
Soak it!
So that in spring ten thousand wild flowers appear
and shake their seeds.
And so every spring,
until one hundred years from now this whole valley
will remember my love,
though I am gone.

One Hundred Years © Hannah Fries