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Child of the Earth, a Poem

Updated on August 1, 2012

He fell in love with her as a child of the earth
might entwine its lithe arms around
the tendril roots of an ancient fir
deep in the loam, soft in the moisture

he fell in love with her as a protector
of honesty he could only sense but
never understand--I never use umbrellas,
she declared, tossing her flying hair
in the bright sun--I wouldn't do that to the rain

he fell in love with her as the softness
of her inner arms enfolded his
racing heart and opened his expectations
to arcane possibilities

and as the bright day smiled on them both
his moment was done and she left him,
perhaps for an eternal flash, and was gone
to her proper home among the wildflowers
on the distant purple hills.

© clark cook


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      Nash 3 years ago

      You are so awesome for helping me solve this mystyre.

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      Audrey Howitt 4 years ago from California

      This is such a beautiful write Clark!

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      Lillian K. Staats 5 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska

      Oh, engaging! brilliant movement, timeless and evocative of the natural world being a woman! Loved it...! Love yaz, lily

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      Clark Cook 5 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

      Hyph -- I'm pleased that the poem connected for you.

      Cynth -- and in an earlier comment you said you were a little unsure when comenting on poetry. Hah! You just proved that the whole is indeed greater than the sum of the parts. My thanks to you both.

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      Cynthia Taggart 5 years ago from New York, NY

      Would it be incorrect to say this is an ever-present but mostly momentary love felt in nature when oneness is seen and felt deep within one's being, like of a spiritual kind that is the love of life itself?

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      Brenda Barnes 5 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

      Love can be so fleeting. I suppose if it disappears into the heather, we must be happy that wild nature is forever a sanctuary. He fell in love with her....reminds me of a former flame. Now I am aching to walk the hills of East Tennessee. Thank you for another lovely poem.