The earth
left to itself
will heal itself
A forest reseeds
following the fire
the new growth taller
than the burnt timber
& on forest floor
fiddle ferns will
feed the fawns

A friend
given space
will find grace
A heart will heal
after the heartbreak
mind grown humbler
the soul more tender
& from moist eyes
a bright light will
guide lost souls
to safe harbor
& home

“Harmony with land is like harmony with a friend;
you cannot cherish his right hand & chop off his left.”
                                            ~ Aldo Leopold


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to Harmony

  1. as always in your poetry, beautifully balanced analogy


  2. I Ditto Pauls words. This was gentle, hopeful and calming…


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