St. Patrick’s Day

I’m happy to divert your attention to,  or I’m grateful to be a “Massachusetts Poet of the Moment” this week.

We’ve just received our latest installment of snow, about fifteen inches of the stuff. On sunny days March brings tempuratures to 78 degrees inside– warm enough to open windows during daylight, but still I light a fire in the stove at night, and  remember soaking up to my chin in hot water at Rio Caliente, in  Primavera Mexico.


Primavera Forest / Bosque La Primavera

This forest holds my heart
este bosque sostiene mi corazón

Rio Caliente shimmers below us
a waterfall tumble with clouds of heat

we climb and and scramble carefully
over rocks as we cross the heated mist

sharp scent of pine and mesquite crackle
under our feet as the sun warms the hillside

below us the convent is tucked into a curve
of river where women come to heal
they are washed by the river

it arrives in their innermost places as the nun
muy vieja brings vegetables herbs and prayer
The nun will look into your eyes to consider
your chances and her resources

este bosque sostiene mi corazón
This river flows through my heart

*muy vieja -very old
 Rio Caliente– Hot River

About elainereardon

Poet, writer, gardener, herbalist, beginner artist- pottery, painting—communing with Spirits of the Forest and Field, bumping into magic, peeking around new corners.
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