The Humble Bumble

Behold the bumblebee
As humble as only he can be
Bending stems to near breaking points,
Brushing pollen on blossoms, like queens he anoints
Honoring flowers like royalty,
Because he’s a humble, bumble bee.

Debra Andelin

Walking in silence
Leaves rustle
Footsteps crunch
Red-tails scree
Mother Earth does the talking

Walking in silence
Sea rises
Sickness haunts
Vibrations lowered
Mother Earth knows

Walking in silence
Green slopes
Riot of blue,
Yellow, white
Mother Earth rejoicing

Cathy Stierhoff

Words to a writer is like the air to a bird,
or the ocean to a whale,
when they come, I am able to exhale.
So as the Earth is to the multitudes.
Earth and space is that noble place
where life awaits and deep within her womb
she cradles me.

Adele Nieto

Earth rolls into town like she owns the place
copper-skinned and curvy
bare feet caked in mud
sun braided through her hair
she sifts soil in her calloused hands
fills her pockets with seeds that shine
kneels down low to the ground and sings a song of thanks
smiles like she’s got a secret!even as she is swallowed up
returned to the dark womb from where she rose

Meredith Heller

Corona virus
Mother Earth telling us it
Is time to re-set

Cathy Stierhoff

The Great Mother Earth displays her tapestry for all to see,
the lilies of the field, the golden Aspen trees.
She births the oceans, and rivers, the painter of deserts and dunes,
she is the architect of spires and mesas, the reflection of the moon.
Our Great Mother is the sustenance for us mortal beings who deign
the arrogance to think She suffers no pain.

John Shoffa

Our hot planet Earth
Long in need of sweet relief
Finally cools down

Debbie Ford-Scriba

Vivid hued wildflowers
Briefly burst our solitude
Into seeds of hope

Dana Whitson