|Live oak with Spanish moss|
In Dell’s backyard the live oak grows horizontally,
a highway for air plants and owls,
over beds of fern, lettuce, elkhorn and hibiscus.
In Dell’s backyard each growing thing
is proud, calm, and whole in its place,
well-fed with compost.
Oregano, sour orange, broccoli, peas,
the most enticing scent of lemon blossoms
filling the air.
The kind neighbor, big-hearted,
comes to say that he remembers
planting that oak as a little boy,
bringing it back from the woods.
As if his big-hearted love were contagious,
the wide oak spreads its branches,
Grandmother of all the beings there,
sheltering every one of us with Her love.
March 13, 2011
After surviving Hurricane Irma this week, the first thing Dell asked for was this poem. The beautiful,"horizontal" live oak in her back yard had survived. A home for so many creatures! Giving thanks for all of us who have survived and live to love our precious Earth another day.
|Oak at Meher Baba center|
|Grandmother tree at Ifetayo's house|