Madronnas wave in the breeze
leaves and branches lofted like sail
in a fluid green lattice
flowing with sea force
wind and tide, sun and cloud,
half moon arcing across Mail Bay
the quiet tangible, visceral,
nurturing yet invisible
except fluttering leaves
and the deep well of solace
lifted from the ebb tide, stirring
into the raised arms of the world.
A timely vision.
I feel Waldron Island in your words.
Fine job, especially on your opening, which really enters into that mood altered space one goes into when staring at moving water or moving leaves. I am not a big fan of the words “love” or “heart” in a poem, and I always try to get the reader there without saying so; however, you have a lovely dismount. Thank you for sharing this poem!
The deep and overarching peace of primeval birth
Great rewrite. The fluidity mirrors the water.