Virginia bluebells


By Dorothy Bock

In utter quietness she lies
out there in the sprawling yard,
nestled in the arms of giant
fir trees circling her with
a family of pin oak, elm,
ash and choke cherry
that hover on the edges
of delicate whispering ferns.

Sun flickers over her mounds
of black dirt, sand, compost
and native soil turned over,
mingled and molded into
shoulders and thighs, belly and
breasts, a face framed
like mystical moonscape,
dreaming eyes open to discovery.

Some skin, pitted by recent
Storm and hail, gives way to
loose stones, silt rivulets that
flow around her body’s curves
and then snake out into
rain-gutted pathways, rinsed
and ready to receive her
sparkling beads of bluestone.

Waiting, this fertile woman sleeps
— a garden waiting for sage,
sweet basil, burning bush, blue
oatgrass, anise hyssop, bayberry,
mock orange and butterfly bush.
Her heart hears tiny white-winged
butterflies fluttering to her —
sun-shards among prairie grasses,
daffodils and daylilies, bluebells
and radiant foxglove rising.


April is National Poetry Month and since we like to celebrate nature with poetry and prose we’re going to share with you throughout the month some of the poems (and prose) from our own anthology called NATURAL VOICES: CELEBRATING NATURE THROUGH OPENED EYES. There are 14 authors in the book and one author’s name will be drawn randomly each time we post a poem or prose excerpt from the book until all authors have been represented. Check our news blog regularly for the poem/prose posts. Read more about National Poetry Month here:

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