by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Our president shakes
the hand of the Brazilian leader,
congratulating him on
destroying the Amazon Rain Forest —
faster now than we can imagine.
The Hope of Trees
In the heavy rain
this morning
I waited for you,
but you did not come.
No walkers came at all;
so the dog and I
headed into the deep forest
in pouring rain.
As we walked deeper
into the trees
the rain lessened
until it nearly stopped,
except for a few large drops
that pinged down
from the canopy above.
See, you should have come.
You missed an unforgettable silence
and a white mist
that rose from the bottom
of the forest floor.
It looked so eerie!
fourwindowspress 
I will be traveling to northern Bolivia with a close friend and linguist. We will be spending time in the southern Amazon with the Tacana people. It’s more than trees that are threaten.
I know it is more than trees. It is the native peoples. So glad you have that opportunity. Ethel
Beautiful ❤️
Thank you so much. Ethel
This is just beautiful, Ethel. (Sorry I’m behind reading blogs…. slowly catching up.)
NATURE AND THE UNNATURAL
That which is so obvious,
so moving
to many of us
seems though invisible
to those
whose eyes are fixed
solely on shekels
I love your poetry. Yes. Yes. Yes. Ethel
As I yours, Ethel. ❤