She appeared just after Hurricane Irene blew down three trees
that had sheltered her for countless years.
Melded to a birch tree, she’s a goddess in the rough,
an unrefined beauty, alive and uncultivated.
Her eyes and mouth are mushrooms filled with layers of dirt, dust,
and other hardened, natural deposits.
Her nose is a broken tree branch pointing ever skyward.
And she watches over my home in the Adirondack State Park
2 thoughts on “Mother Nature”
A tree goddess! 🙂
Sometimes I just love to go out back and look at her. I think, what a marvel. Nature is far from perfect but sometimes something happens that reminds you of just how remarkable she really is. I really love living up here. It’s an ongoing spiritual experience in so many wonderful ways.