by P. R. Lowe
copyright © April 27,2016
…a light rain falls…seeping into the hungry ground and liberating the scent of sweet earth and the fecund forest floor…a goose heralds from the lake…the air is filled with the heady aroma of young violets, autumn olive, redbud and dogwood…amorous birds and squirrels play “tag” under the black oak…and I wonder, “How could anyone be upset or sad or angry?”…..and yet apparently they are…very much so…..
If I could bottle this balm, this elixir of love and stand on every street corner and pass it out….I would…taking a few swigs for myself every now and then.
***See “Land As Community” and “Rewilding Your Heart”