there is a stirring in the treetops of the mulberry
willow
oak
as though the august earth wished for rain
under the great oak is a bench where I sit
sometimes at dusk
it faces lime cliffs and the remains of a village called
“le vieux castillon” abandoned centuries ago
still as a tree stump i sit just looking
the garden cat’s tail weaves through grasses
to join me
she is a master at walking gracefully
and sitting still
once we saw two foxes feasting on fallen plums
and a young boar standing stock still in the meadow
looking towards us
wild creatures bend to drink from the translucent spring
contributed by Giselle Maya, France
Hi Gazelle, Your poetry is absolutely beautiful! I especially love the phrase- “as the august earth wished for rain”. Also “still as a tree stump”.
And what a lovely name you have. Perhaps that influenced your thinking.
With your permission, I’d love to create an artwork with that first phrase in mind and call it August Earth Wished for Rain”. I would of course give you credit. And send you a pix if you want to share your email. I’m in the middle of several project just now, so it would be a while if you say OK.
All the best to you, Nan
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