Green Tonic — A Poem

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“Fern Wood, Tourne” — C.Birde, 6/17

 

The crush and shout

of the larger world

persists

beyond these fringed,

green borders

where, time and again,

I return

to drink

the Wood Thrush’s tonic

of sung sunlight,

to feel

the fern’s frill-lipped

cool breath against

my calves,

to absorb the drum and patter

of rain upon

the woods’ sheltering

green canopy.

I come to cleanse myself –

of grief and pain and worry;

to drench myself

in green.

 

— C. Birde, 6/28/17

 

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“Wooded Path, Tourne” — C.Birde, 6/17

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