by Hinda-jonathan
the leader of the Orlando Poetry Troupe, written early 1970’s
Earth: Between gardens and gold. An alien mist began to fall upon a damaged earth. It enveloped all who tread upon their victim … Mother Nature. Each in their own way, believed they knew the meaning and the cure. Soon it found its way inside each human life. as people cried for help, but not forgiveness. Cities burned with souls whose minds could not adhere, to a plea the soul should feel. Nature, in Her God-like state, returned their soul-life force. Grieving eyes, once tortured, quietly began to plant their gardens. Will they soon be full of only gold?
Hinda-jonathan notes from our Honeymoon in North Carolina 10/07
October Wood nymphs call me into the wild.
On Black Mountain, a deer crosses the road. Her white speckled tail stands straight up as she disappears into the thick woods.
An Autumn paintbox is our miracle along the Blue Ridge Mountain Parkway.
It doesn't seem possible - most of the Earth is in dark contrast to this Paradise.
The peace here feels like another planet, tucked away in God's pocket.