Take me to the riverbed—in the woods,” she said.
“I so want to see all the feathers and wings,
The beaks on the birds, and to watch how they sing
To the leaves on the trees as they’re blooming in spring.
And the bark, and the grass, dandelions en masse
The otters, the gophers, the ducks—how they splash!
I want to be quiet and lie on that path—
With daisies, and lilacs, and trillium whites
The creeping of days and the halting of nights
Yes, the sweet scent of cedar and pinecones in flight.
When the chipmunks twitch tails and race squirrels for meals
The streams will show diamonds why they have appeal
I want to be lying alone in that field
When the sun forms a ring and proposes to spring
When the flowers bloom brightly and mourning doves sing
I need to see firsthand what life God will bring
Out of old wintered forests and all the dead things.
—“Dead Things” - Shawna Howson (June ‘11)