I see green in the early Springtime sunshine:
the sky is whispering the trees awake
out of Winter slumber
stirrings to life are all around
and in my heart
a hidden world of wonder
below and under
a current of pure love
out of every branch and bough
with sacred words
to welcome in the Spring
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Written for earthweal
Brendan explains in his challenge that:
This week, earthweal is a sanctum of green fire. Tells us about wildness in your world and what makes it sacred.
He points out that ‘The aesthetic response to wildness is poetry as prayer.’ This is more of a prayer or exhalation than a skilfully-developed poem on my part, with the limited time I have at present. But, to answer one of the prompt questions, for me at least, poetry most definitely is prayer.