Into Blue

Into Blue

The Earth weeps in silent tears
And torrents coursing through,
Flowing into pools and streams
Tumbling into blue,
 
Through mountains blown and fields of black,
In once verdant forests, dead,
Pools, lakes and eddies fouled
Spring from the watershed;
 
And as Earth weeps, rivers flow
Through wetlands, hills and cranny,
Through rock and clay, soot and sand,
Cascading to the sea.
 
Distilled within, unspoken,
Mankind’s final deadly game,
To reach the summit’s Holy Grail
Lucre as thy name;
 
Deaf to nature’s songs and moods,
Heedless to beauty’s lore,
Intemperance in its surly grasp,
Callous to the core;
 
And so, in tides, Earth’s tears abide
On beaches born and bled
From rivers running ever,
Rising from the watershed,
 
In dreams drawn and silenced
From torrents coursing through,
Flowing into pools and streams
Tumbling into blue.
Oil train crossing a midwest prairie
Oil train crossing a midwest prairie

Anita Suzanne Tillemans, October 2014

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Author: Anita Suzanne Dedman-Tillemans

For love of wilderness.