To Love What is Close

I received a new poem in my e-mail in-box this morning that I would like to share with you:

In the Olympic old growth





To Love What is Close

By Don Hynes

On March 19, 2014

I found this place
before the winter snows,
green and tender
with the wet smell of life,
the ground soft and open,
speaking in the timeless way.
Resting here, the old wounds healing,
the impulse to go on
quieted beside the river,
limbs like drooping cedars,
ready to let go and touch the earth.
The pass ice is melting,
the way across the mountains
opening for spring
yet I don

4 Replies to “To Love What is Close”

  1. Ah, so lovely, both the poem and imagery…I love getting down into the soft pungent earth and breathing in the intoxicating earthy scents of new growth and delicate early spring flowers…I, too, love what is close, and after a spring walk with my camera I come home with my shoes and jeans covered in the sweet earth and my heart richly blessed with the beauty I have seen close to the earth…at other times, I reach up to indulge in the sweet scents of blossoming trees and envelop myself in the greening shrubbery awash with the freshness and vividness of new growth…I like the way you match up evocative words with evocative imagery.

  2. Exquisite poem, exquisite handling and reading. How tender and deep. Your images of our home – the rivers, the cedars. I take a deep breath this early morning. This is nourishment for the day.

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