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Regular
readers will know I have a passion for nature; its trees, history, and mythology...
A
MYTHOLOGY OF LEAVES
As
the wind rustles leaves across earth and sky
and
the moon feels its way among clouds,
hear
voices of old gods telling loud and strong
of
a time when they sat, oh, so proudly,
on
the crest of Olympus considering the ways
of Earth’s children, found us wanting
It
is Earth Mother who replies, loud and strong,
reminding
them where they went wrong,
trying
to manipulate humankind at their whim
like
pieces on a chessboard instead
of
allowing for its foibles and letting its peoples
win
or lose their own battles
To
the tawny owl, she calls, as it hunts its prey
and
to the rabbit, trying to run away…
To
the rough sleeper on the streets of a city
where
few will act upon their pity
but
watch and wait, playing the blame game
(old
gods, in all but name)
As
the wind rustles leaves across earth and sky
and
the moon feels its way to dawn,
hear
voices of old gods calling loud and strong
on
a time long, long, gone…
while
Earth Mother can but consider the ways
of
a new generation, find us wanting
Come
day, hear Earth Mother confide in Apollo
how
humanity’s poetry rings, oh, so hollow
[From: On the Battlefields of Love by R. N.
Taber, Assembly Books, 2010
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