Trying to maintain a relationship with Mother Earth

This is a poem I wrote earlier this year when the earth's winter coat was beginning to melt.

The world shivers under a thin blanket of ice.

Even in the city you can hear it.

The trees and power lines crackle in the wind

and I know they crave the sun as much as I.

The gusts blow sheets of frozen water to the ground with a shatter.

It's beautiful in its own way, and I've never noticed it before.

Strangely, it reminds me of the coming spring.

The trees are shedding their winter coats.

As I walk quietly through this constant hum of noise

I listen for hints of nature

Most folks overlook it, only glimpsing at the world they experience daily

But not I.

I am listening.

I hear our mother earth stretch and whisper in a calm and loving voice,

“It's time for spring”

For she is a mother, and loves us still.

Author's Note

This is my first post on writers cafe and some of my first shared poetry. I am open to all constructive criticism.

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[TheAdamBryant]

i am not so critic so from me is a ..... good job , i like it