NATURE Poem: The Wind Calls to Swirle the Dirt from Beneath Your Feet to the Gullies of Foreign Mountains, by Isabelle Scheffert

Beating, beating
sweat beading
sun beating
down.

Suck out the sap,
the sweetness,
the marrow.

How a hummingbird guzzles nectar.
Guzzle it down.

Observe intricate designs
on the wing
of a butterfly fluttering.

Don’t let it get away,
it’ll be gone soon.

Extend your right hand-
grab it.

Heat beating,
beating down.
Beads forming,
dripping quickly
down
down
down.

And repeat,
until a gust leaves relief.

Serene, sonorous
On the seem of serious.

Suck it out.

The sap,
The sweetness,
The marrow.

Guzzle

it

down.

– Isabelle Scheffert

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