Remembering the Earth


And the fields may not call to us, like they do the farmer

but there are still fragments of soil in our veins

pieces of clay in our bones, an echo

of the divine in the sky.


And when we taste the fresh fruit again

we remember at least a part

of our history and

how we loved

the earth.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”