women and nature
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“I am thinking of the communion I felt as a child in the Sierra under trees or in fields of wildflowers. I told no one what I felt. In my small world, no one referred to mystical experience, even in the church I attended.
Susan Griffin 1
Because we live in a country where
no one I know
sings to God in the streets,
I’m given to wandering past margins of fern and wild honeysuckle,
dozy buzz of triple notes
tied close together. I’m tethered and led, legato,
deeper in, beyond cedar field and hardscrabble, through
gloves of rhododendron and laurel lamp-lighting my way
into the tall trees where
that flash of pure fire finds its high-branch summer niche.
Perhaps I want to be the crazy woman
who lives on roots and berries
in the only woods abandoned to her....
— Margaret Gibson 2
Far from the sea, the lilies grow
and listen for the sea.
Long ago, they bloomed near the shore,
and the small crustaceans,
scurried under the pale exotic plants
that rocked on thin stems
The heavenly beasts appear in the sky,
since the first seeds fell on the fields
in a green rain,
and men climbed from the water
on two legs,
unsteady as baby goats.
In the wind now
the white flowers rise and bend
in the grass, like the heads of sheep.
Behind the mountains
the waves rise and fall. The stars open.
No one has left the garden.
— Barbara Jordan 3