Ingrid Bruck is wild flower gardener and a poet inspired by nature. She lives in Amish country in Pennsylvania. This site shocases selected works by her.

Forest bathing - Published by:  NatureWriting

Forest Bathing

Intermittent cheeps and squawks

an occasional long trill comes at dawn

in mist and drizzle.

An ancient oak stands on the west bank

in a courtyard protected on three sides

by walls of the church and bell tower,

open to the Hudson River and sunrise.

Two centuries before Holy Cross

and the brothers came, this tree stood,

a third century has passed in company

of chants, prayers and meditation.

Twisted and gnarled old limbs

laden with moss fur and gray green lichen

carry a green memory of summer year round.

Woods buffer the water, the approach to the grounds.

A meadow rises up the hillside from the river,

its sloping banks, arms of land around the monastery.

Twigs flower with fronds of gold rust and lime,

new buds gentle my forest bathing

this rainy day that holds the sun cloud wrapped

and keeps local boats docked.

A rackety clack and whistle of the shoreline train

mixes with birdsong in the grand silence

broken by the resonant gong of the bronze bell,

a call to matins at the monastery. I go

to chant morning with the brothers.

By Ingrid Bruck

 

Ingrid Bruck lives in Pennsylvania Amish country, a landscape that inhabits her writing. A retired library director, she writes short forms and pieces. Current work appears in Unbroken Journal, Eunoia, Peacock Journal, W.I.S.H and Entropy. Published poetry appears at ingridbruck.com

 

https://naturewriting.com/forest-bathing/

 

published July 18, 2017

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