Beauty Is Medicine

Spring is arriving and receding day by day.  The family of deer, our woodland neighbors, have found ways to stay warm and find food through the long weeks of icebound forestland.  They laze in the sunlit meadow.  Sometimes frolicking in the warmth, sometimes grazing the new greens.  Wild bees buzz lazily, the squirrel comes quickly as I lay almonds in a row on the deck railing.  Summer birds have begun to return and spring’s azure butterflies have reappeared at the creek. 

Beauty is ephemeral and cyclic: permeating the days, present to each moment. Beauty is medicine to heal the ugliness in the headlines. Small acts of beauty defy the soul-deadening paradigm, the algorithms that chain us to despair.

 

Animalia

I.

She hears a small thud

against the window.

Sparrow huddles,

breath coming fast,

blinks as the woman

bends to hold her.

 

No flutter of wings

quieter still

inside the basket.

The woman pulls

soft flannel close

steps back inside.

 

II.

Forest animals

she bows to by day

return to her

under moonlight. 

They inhabit her dreams

 

            She holds a wedding

            bouquet of living snakes

           

            Bees deposit honey

            into her lap

 

            Birdsong becomes

            elixir in a crystal vial

 

            A stag with diamond antlers

            stands in shallow creek water

 

Her house of dreams

is a living bestiary

herds, packs, flocks, schools

            species, times, seasons, eons

are waves on the sea

rising, merging, rearranging

patterns of furred, finned

 feathered bodies

surfacing and receding

 

III.

When humans stood to walk

face forward, gaze level

the underside

~ belly, womb, heart ~

were exposed

vulnerable for the first time.

 

Rolling over

wolves submit

with a lowered head

tail tucked

underbelly soft and visible.

 

The woman rounds

her body, bends low

forehead on the ground

to bow bare

before the Sacred.

 

IV.

One sparrow

the weight of feathers

and a heartbeat

launches into flight

from a basket rim.

 

From my book of poems A Litany of Wild Graces

 

Forward Wild Graces to a friend: There they’ll find 

Nesting Circles of Belonging ~ Family, Nature and Cosmos.

 

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 Photo by  Idean Azad