Call for Beauty

I just read the entire What Wildness is This collection again and am so touched by the intimacy and wisdom of women's words. We've all been hibernating this winter, but please let our words bloom again and post! I will start us out again with a tribute to an oxbow bend below the White Rim Trail.

Canyonlands

Here I sit

atop a canyon

of kind greens and reds

that cannot be described

but perhaps can be sung to.

Here I sit

where the river meets itself

and the land tilts

toward a common center.

Comments

[Linda Peterson]

Thank you, Laura, for your lovely poem. I can feel the peace of those canyonlands here in my flat, humid central Michigan home.

And, thank you, too, for your call to beauty. I hope to come out of hibernation myself pretty soon.

Linda

[Lindy]

I do hope that the "Call for Beauty" and for the written word will be answered. Words beautifully written, words about nature, about our land, about landscapes of the heart; words like those in "What Wildness is This". These are words that many of us, myself included, need to see and to read, language our souls are starving for.

That being said I do hope the contributing authors will decide to write here again.

Thank you and Namaste, Lindy
Sonoran Desert, AZ