Happy Earth Day, a new poem from my spiritual mentor, writer, Priestess, shamaness, healer, Deena Metzger
THE ORCHARD IS FERAL
I’ve let the orchard go feral.
We offer it nothing but water
And take nothing,
But leave it to the bees
Who sing among the blossoms,
And to the squirrels who gather
The oranges and grapefruits
That fall and scatter.
The lemons and oranges
Have mated on their own
And maybe they will remain coupled
Or maybe they will sort themselves out
To their own original natures.
This time the old elm is dying.
A very few branches have leaves.
There will be none next year
Except for the sapling that is streaking
Toward the sky. I thought I might die
With the elm, and wonder if its progeny
Means a new birth for me. It is, after all,
From the old root.
Everything must have its way.
The oak that planted itself
Created its own field of being,
So the others accommodate
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