"Revival: Sunrise in the Kaaterskill Clove, 2013" by Erik Koeppel‘Shin-Rin-Yoku: Forest Bathing’ and Other Poetry by Betsy Hughes The Society January 17, 2017 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 3 Comments Shin-Rin-Yoku Forest Bathing You stand beneath this canopy of trees, surrender will, hold still. You close your eyes and listen as the rustling of the leaves and lapping breeze-blown waters tranquilize. Inhaling deeply, you can breathe the smell of dew-damp soil, the scent of pungent pine, organic emanations. All is well, you’re in the zone in nature’s forest shrine. Permit your eyes to open, now you see the beauty of extraordinary things: moss-covered rocks in shades of verdigris, sun-dappled flapping of some insect wings. Immerse yourself in all your senses, feel the peace of this retreat restore and heal. In the Forests of Michoacan State, Mexico These Monarchs by the millions migrate here: From Canada to Mexico they fly and reach the same location every year for winter hibernation. Do-or-die, along the way the butterflies must breed so that their offspring can complete the quest. They lay their eggs on milkweed, and they feed upon these plants. Arriving now, they rest, survive on sanctuary rocks and cling to forest branches, where they flutter-dance. Bold lines of black on every orange wing define the lepidopteron romance. This is a delicate kaleidoscope of shifting colors on the wings of hope. Diamond Dust* Precipitation when the sky is clear? This weather is incredible, a rare anomaly of winter’s atmosphere, when tiny crystals tumbling through the air reflecting sunlight to unwary eyes appear as glitter, flashing out of flakes to wake delighted viewers with surprise. Spellbinding in effect, it tricks and takes the staring watchers to a cloud of jewels. Such precious pixie powder — sparkling motes — enticing, mesmerizing — miniscule — such priceless particles in frozen floats! A spritely wand of Nature waves some ice while wondering mortals glimpse some paradise. *Diamond Dust is a ground-level cloud composed of tiny ice crystals. This meteorological phenomenon forms under clear skies and is sometimes referred to as clear-sky precipitation. Betsy Hughes’s passion for poetry began when she was an undergraduate at Vassar College and was fostered during thirty years of teaching high school English at The Miami Valley School in Dayton, Ohio. In retirement she enjoys participation in poetry groups and readings. Betsy especially appreciates classical poetry forms. Her book of sonnets entitled Breaking Weather, 2013 winner of the Stevens Poetry Manuscript Competition, was published in 2014 by the National Federation of State Poetry Societies Press. She lives in Dayton with her retired English professor husband, with whom she holds lively discussions and debates about poetry. Related Post ‘Riddling Away’ and Other Poetry by Nicholas Fro... Riddling Away What slips and squanders, and has no matter? Leaves one to ponder, and rarely flatters? Is never enough to go all around, ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 3 Responses Ruth January 18, 2017 Beautiful subject matter and writing. Reply Tomás Ó Cárthaigh January 22, 2017 Forest bathing is taking off in Ireland, indeed with poetry the “Bards in the Woods” movement is bringing it all over the country! Reply Debbie Johnson February 14, 2017 I love the use of enjambment and caesura in the first poem. Of all the marvelous lines: This is a delicate kaleidoscope of shifting colors on the wings of hope. These are my favorite. Enjoyable poems. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.