Mother Nature: A
Portrait
Terri Lynn Cummings
Who is the woman
drawn with four faces
as though she is more
than what we divine
Her breath blooms
earth, air, water, fire
humanity’s philosophy
yet she remains
an element apart
a stubborn hinge
Pattered notes of youth
shuffling speech of age
color the intricate carpet
of her vision. She weaves
her seasons through our own
deciphers hearts
in the nightfall of stars
casts herself
on our good mercy
and prays she will survive
Poet’s Notes:
Recently, I had served as
guest poet for Oklahoma Writing Project at Oklahoma City University. Students
met in the art museum and each selected a work of art. After a brief warm-up,
they wrote poems about them. Drawn to a painting of a three-faced woman with
vines that grew from her mouth, my imagination bloomed.
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