Until the Earth is Kind
By Ray Curtis
I am trapped under grasses
Lost in cloud spirals and summer moons
The easy evening breezes
Startle heavy green trees from their slumber. I see them shake with the promise of change
I hear them whisper.
Rush, rush into wakefulness
Sate yourself on sugar and atmosphere
The open days are almost over.
And the clumsy, sap-seeping bruising That stains my fingertips
Will soon brittle with cold
Will everything be lost to frost?
Underfoot and out of sight
Roots reach for one another
Feeling for movement in the dark
Entangling and embracing with quiet wildness Until the earth is kind.