Allspirit Poetry

Selected Poetry of Ross L. Andrews

Wild Peace

(For my mother)

I am grateful, 
		     so grateful, 
					for my life, 
I am a raw human who knows how to be whole, 

I am a curly-haired child walking over piedmont hills, 
brushing against rounded white oak lobes, 
by myself, but not alone. 

Captivated by buttressed trunks and carpeted ravines, 
traversing the slippery bark balance of fallen logs, 
imagining the living space among rooted brown earth 
and light floating leaves falling at my feet 

I will always be there, 
exploring creek edges and following fence-lines, 
crunching and climbing to find the sheltered natural 
rooms 
		framed by branches and 
					stone where I could 
								 b e h o l d 
the dancing beings of cedar, 
the towering reach of oak and beech 
	  cycles of green to copper leaves 
			that shape the vessel of my soul- 

I finally know how I am to live- 
		     to fill my soul with awe, 
					   to live in wild peace.

In memory of Marjorie Hare Andrews 1945-2006. 

ROSS L. ANDREWS

Index of Ross L. Andrews Poems