Friday, August 14, 2009

Indian springs

My friend tells me
how the forest stretching,
as far as the eye can see,
resonates with primeval memories
from a time when earth’s realm
was plentiful
and it’s bounty
inexhaustible
generous and free.
He says this was the reign
of the tranquil lapis lazuli

I pay homage
to the contributions
my ancestors made
and the healing powers
of these mineral springs
and the treasures friendship brings.

4 comments:

brad4d said...

I like to think how Miwok once walked through my yard because of proximity to a creek..the spirit of your poetry is indiginous..natural rhythm..

Lee said...

Brad ~ thank you for reading the spirit of my poetry ..

Shimmerrings said...

...beautiful...and brad is right...

Lee said...

Thank you ..and glad you agree