Though the gods have the power of speech
more often they choose a flower or plant:
elder leaves pressed on a blotter,
or spring buds emerging from a winter stem
These messages they send--
so ordinary we usually miss them:
an easy laughter and lightness,
or legs casually crossed and touching
The way a serpentine dike blends seamlessly into bedrock
or the way two possible lovers move,
starting and stopping, passing and pausing
on an April trail
The subtlest oracles are always the most obvious--
seeing what is clearly in front of us the most difficult:
a butterfly hatching from a ruptured dream,
or a splintered tree rooting in the soil where it fell
DALE PENDELL
found in The Secret Teaching of Plants,
by Stephen Harrod Buhner
more often they choose a flower or plant:
elder leaves pressed on a blotter,
or spring buds emerging from a winter stem
These messages they send--
so ordinary we usually miss them:
an easy laughter and lightness,
or legs casually crossed and touching
The way a serpentine dike blends seamlessly into bedrock
or the way two possible lovers move,
starting and stopping, passing and pausing
on an April trail
The subtlest oracles are always the most obvious--
seeing what is clearly in front of us the most difficult:
a butterfly hatching from a ruptured dream,
or a splintered tree rooting in the soil where it fell
DALE PENDELL
found in The Secret Teaching of Plants,
by Stephen Harrod Buhner
All images © Joan Z. Rough, 2008
3 comments:
Gorgeous! Your spring is further ahead than ours. Hope your Easter has been a happy one!
So beauteous! Thanks for sharing your bit of spring...it brightened my (still snowy!) morning :)
Beautiful, liquid spring sun.
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