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Kin of Wind and Rain
by Glenn CurrierNear the sidewalk beside the house
you tilt toward me in near embrace.
Hackberry, I already have a spouse
but your affection is not misplaced.
On the branch of Elm above
like a distant cousin’s yearning
in her gray-brown coat the dove
knows my love is still learning.
I know my neglect of you is obscene
I thought you dead in your winter brittle
your beige whisper hoping for green
ten million grassy blades too little.
Earth, only a mother could love like you
take ten billion degrees of separation
me and my species’ neglect and abuse
with only thin hints of reparation.
Yet all of you stand ready for me
bathed in kin of wind and rain
I’ve not forgotten you my family
my love for you now unrestrained. 03/05/2011 Posted on 03/05/2011
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/05/11 at 06:11 PM Oh Ken! I adore this recognition of the plant and elemental members of our family!!! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/05/11 at 06:12 PM I don't know WHY I said "Ken" when I meant Glenn!!! >.< doh!!! Sorry Glenn!! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/05/11 at 06:13 PM *wishes there was an "edit" option* heheh |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 03/05/11 at 06:55 PM i especially like the flow of S4 :) |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 03/06/11 at 04:03 AM Oh no! Here's another that is now a favorite! I LOVE THIS! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/06/11 at 10:23 PM ...and we are kin to "it" all; close your flood-gates, i can't keep-up. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/08/11 at 02:00 AM A warm recognition that we are elementally tied to the earth. |
Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/12/11 at 04:56 PM
Earth, only a mother could love like you
take ten billion degrees of separation
me and my species’ neglect and abuse
with only thin hints of reparation.
ah, how true. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 03/20/11 at 02:17 PM I had to rate this high on all levels, it is superbly creative, imaginative, tailored, and thoughtful...kudos star, another winner here, your library is a wealth of riches, a pleasure to read you again, peace n poems, jewels |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/05/11 at 07:47 PM A fine piece. I like the tight form, the naming of the trees you "know". Stanza 4 is all encompassing, which I like, plus a reconnection by the forgetful human. Thank you - this fits very well with Spring. |
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