Clouds lower,
geese cry,
rushing tide.
Eagle flies,
sky arrow,
daylight wanes.
Root descends,
trees pulse,
autumn falls.
Soul settles,
rain-soft earth,
dark comfort.
photo by Willard Walch
Reading of “Rootward” with music by Gustav Mahler, Symphony #2
Don, good images. Have you been getting help from that voluble Mike McCauley? Don’t become overly dependent.
Stunning photograph, earthy images, and I love the drop I experience in reading the poem -as I start and then descend. It is truly ‘Rootward’ in structure and experience. Beautifully articulated, Don! And it lands on the perfect day.
Yes,purification occurs and in due diligence the heart so naturally enters Her expansive quest going deep and growing to receive all.
Thank you Don,your words are magic.
Rooted and settled on and In Earth with You, Don, along with our Forever-Friends here weekly, is a privileged pleasure highly prized. Thank You Muchly, Nobly Steadfast Friend!
Hey Donny this one is a keeper. Like Ms Brenda noted, we feel “the drop.”
There’s a fine bit of motion in this one. What makes it work for me is the motion is all in the same direction: down, or “Rootward.”
My soul settles into the divine dark comfort of this season, and on this autumn evening. Your poem subtly suggests a new way of being in this world, and I am all for it — first I set firmly rootward in the heaven of my being, letting tiny tendrils flourish below and above, and then there appearsthese darkly-splendid green shoots spreading shaft and leafly skyward, season after perfect season. To you and all, love and gratitude Don, as we attend the Garden of our Godly Creation, each one of us, and all of us together, in this Place and Life of Glory that is so vivid here and now. I am grateful for you and I thank you Brother, for all these rhythmic words that evoke essences of Wonder, in this Garden interplay between us all, within this Slender Arrow setting.