A Gift to You for Earth Day


I’ve let the orchard go feral.

We offer it nothing but water

And take nothing,

But leave it to the bees

Who sing among the blossoms,

And to the squirrels who gather

The oranges and grapefruits

That fall and scatter.

The lemons and oranges

Have mated on their own

And maybe they will remain coupled

Or maybe they will sort themselves out

To their own original natures.


This time the old elm is dying.

A very few branches have leaves.

There will be none next year

Except for the sapling that is streaking

Toward the sky.  I thought I might die

With the elm, and wonder if its progeny

Means a new birth for me.  It is, after all,

From the old root.


Everything must have its way.

The oak that planted itself

Created its own field of being,

So the others accommodate

To its shady dominance.

The creatures eat

But they do not slaughter.

The old, old ways insist

That the animals can teach us.

The difference between their natural order

And our domination.


The plumbago expands between

The eucalyptus that plant themselves,

Increasingly at the border, providing

Shelter for the squirrels and a thrasher,

Occasional quail and a flock of brown birds

Who prefer to remain anonymous.

We are advised not to plant these trees

As they will burn hot and fast

When the great fires comes. But

It is their will to abide here,

And who am I to deny them their home?

They are no more immigrant than I

And also, at this time, they are

Calling the cools winds to them,

The heat of the neighboring meadow

Entirely dispelled by their fluttering arms.

And, you must understand that

We are in a conversation about

What it will take for them

To call down the rain –

But only for the frogs

And the non-human creatures –

From this desert blue sky.

— Deena Metzger April 20, 2013



8 responses to “A Gift to You for Earth Day

  1. Tara Greene April 21, 2013 at 9:58 pm

    Reblogged this on Tara Greene,Tarot, Astrology, Psychic & everything you need and commented:
    Happy Earth Day, a new poem from my spiritual mentor, writer, Priestess, shamaness, healer, Deena Metzger

  2. Sarojani Rohan April 22, 2013 at 12:42 am

    Oh Dear One, You say it so well—–for the Great Mother and the animals and the trees and for all of us longing to Remember what we were supposed to do while here…… With Much Love and Gratitude, Sarojani

  3. Nora Jamieson April 22, 2013 at 5:15 am

    This poem of trust, utter trust and respect in and for those who we live here with, their ways, they who are not deranged in the way we are deranged, calms me this morning, after such a deranged week, month(s), year(s).
    Thank you Deena. Love, Nora

  4. Smoky Zeidel April 22, 2013 at 6:27 am

    Beautiful, Deena.

  5. transformational anthropology April 22, 2013 at 10:06 am

    just exquisite ! may i post this to my page deena ?

  6. Deena Metzger April 23, 2013 at 9:17 am

    Yes, please post. Thank you, Deena

  7. chandra souza April 28, 2013 at 12:27 pm

    Fantastic. Lost my ‘human self’ identity and became part of the earth……

  8. Maia M Maia June 6, 2013 at 10:19 pm

    The night my tree came down
    I lay along the trunk

    asking leaves and branches
    to live inside me—

    what I heard
    was silence…

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