Autumn
Harvest-A group effort
The rhythm of my plucking fingers
comes in line with the heartbeat of the earth
Eyes scanning the fragile branches
as the cold bites at my hands
My sight turns inward,
contemplating this lace and our purpose here today
I wonder at my relevance in this
space—if I am noticed by the silent birch and tiny seeds, a visitor in quiet
harvest
While I try to help the birch to
grow and thrive, it seems that it doesn’t really need me and will stoically
survive
Oh thy sheep please lessen your
numbers on the land if your human counterparts won’t do it for you
The precious little moments found
in the forest transports myself and hopefully others to a world unknown and
mysterious
The sense of solitude brings one
self closer to the meaning of nature and to what it means to connect with
nature
The peeling, sloughing birch bark
could take the place of my own skin
With fingers speckled in brown, my
movements become second nature and I find my bag filling without realizing it
I felt each nob of the branch,
each slowly dying leaf, each catkin softly crumbling between my fingers—I was
part of nature
Bringing forests to barren
landscape in the land of fire and ice
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