Our garden is a green wilderness,
an overgrown, tangled wildness,
where cats stalk zoetic shadows
and deer graze freely beneath willows;
dragonflies dart between clumps of nettles,
ladybirds wander and butterflies settle.
No flowers are tamed or lined up in rows;
it’s rampant with honeysuckle and rambling rose.
Ancient quince, plum and apple tumble from trees,
we never pick them, we leave that to the breeze,
and we share them with squirrels, birds and field mice
in our verdant back of beyond paradise.
Kim M. Russell, 25th July 2018
My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Wilderness
Sumana is hosting this Wednesday’s Midweek Motif with quotations from Edward Abbey and Tacitus, as well as poems by Audrey Hepburn, Carl Sandburg and Wallace Stevens.
She says that this week we are going away from our frenzied, civilized lives and into the wilderness, places untrammeled by man. She adds that we might also discover a bit of wilderness or traces of the wild in cities and people. She asks if wilderness is a place, an instinct or an idea? She wants to know how wilderness makes us feel and to share some wilderness moments in our poems.