It Occurs To Me

Reeds swaying at the edge of rushing water,

Two hawks whirling and circling each other,

The measured movement of light and shadow,

Oak leaves lifting and spinning in the wind,

Pines boughs leaning and touching in a storm

And two geese gliding in the rhythm of rain,

The way a fawn prances around a doe . . .

From these, as we looked out from our caves

And the first forests, did we learn to dance.





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-09-12 at 18:22

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Iconic images perfectly captured in words.
2011-09-14



True. Very unique and striking images and ideas. Many like to think that dancing is a human-invented thing, but it's all based on the pulses and rhythms of nature. Perhaps it was the "sighing" of the wind in the pines and the chattering of squirrels that led early humans to the idea of speech and language. Love "leaves lifting and spinning in the wind."
2011-09-13


ngaio Beck
Wonderful "think" piece. Might we also have been watching the lioness or listening to the cuckoo bird?
2011-09-12