I look out on another fine day
aspen roughhousing with the breeze, flashes
her good morning
sun goddess smiles
Soon I will pull on my boots and gather up
the reddest and ripest, greenest
and tenderest
I will fill bowls with water
bring oats and pine bedding
give thanks for fresh eggs
Like a thousand other mornings,
and like the first
Here in the stillness, where snails slow dance
to orchestras playing a green symphony, I seek counsel
from those who have always been
who have always known—
How then, knowing this?
The wind whispers its wisdom
You have forgotten we are the same,
you are the seed, and carry all you need
inside of you
Seek the bright elemental light
in all things
Sing because you must
Give more than you take
Grow down and rooted,
reach up and outward
in equal measure
Remember you are made up of earth
and sun and ancestors—
not alone, not above
but part of
Not alone, not above
but part of
Befriend loss, for she is always
at your side
Soft-feathered necks arch
bold eyes fixed, the girls murmur
their assent
They remember the great
transformation
Read IPCC report here: https://www.ipcc.ch/sr15/