Poem: Earth’s Mystery School

It is April
and Earth’s Mystery School
is in session.
The dogwoods are preparing
to hold council,
draped in white
as they line the corridors
of discovery.
Chickweed has already been
holding a party in the front yard,
scattering the grass with stars.
The violets are keeping company
with dandelion,
trading tips on how to best
enjoy the sun
while waiting for bees
to waltz over from the plums.
Speaking of plums,
they’ve got a lot to say,
bursting with enthusiasm
and excitement to share
all they’ve brought to offer
and arraying their teachings
before you with a
delicately irrepressible
and intoxicating air.
Dialogues with daisies will be
beginning just down the way
and there is much to learn
from elderberry
as it stretches tall
and prepares for an audience
capable of patience
and possibility.
Lilies and iris are considering
options for collaboration
and preparing a display,
but they will be waiting
a bit longer
for just the right moment
to speak.
Hyacinth is feeling shy,
but has a small class to offer
on tapping into delight
and touching deep secrets
and long memories.
It is a fine time to divine
with witchhazel
along the way
and choose recipes
with maple and morel,
time to talk tea and tinctures
with toothwort and trillium
and to learn sweet secrets
from redbud and lilac.
Raspberry and blackberry
are getting ready
for a team effort,
teaching about the sweetness
of boundaries
and about holding space.
Rose will be a guest lecturer
as she knows a lot
about balancing
bounteous blooming
with assertive limits.
Wild cherry has been wondering
what to share
and soon she’ll spread her graceful arms
to welcome you when summer school begins.
Leave behind your computer,
you won’t need it.
Lessons are free
and open 24 hours,
broadcast live even from
sidewalk cracks and roadsides
and vacant lots.
You’re welcome to study
as long as you like
as long as you’re open
to the schedule
of what is now.

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