my fatherland
is the land of my mother,
the deep woods in summer,
lichen walls shelved by bracket fungi
where green
is the color of silence
I will gather moss,
bed down wildness
and breathe home
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
I will gather moss,
bed down wildness
and breathe home… oh i like much…so much atmosphere in this…
Thanks, Claudia. So much peace in my woods.
green is the color of silence
I love those words 🙂
Bjorn, thank you! So glad you liked them.
oh i love this…the forest and nature has always been a home to me…love the father and mother play in your opening lines as well…..
Brian, thank you. the Latin phrase was just too gender-exclusive for me 😉
Perfect – I love moss, lichen etc., and I love a poem I can smell!
Rowan, thank you, and I love your handle. That is a name that brings shade.
Susan, what a lovely soothing poem. Nature is a wonderful thing, isn’t she?
Pamela
Pamela, yes–I agree! Thanks for the wonderful prompt today.
where green is the color of silence… I love that
Laurie, thank you–and it is, truly.
“breathe home”…I can feel that.
Eusebia, thank you. I plan to take deep breaths of it.
Fatherland and Mother tongue.
Strange, that.
Can’t quite work out where your ‘ubi’ is, but it sounds cool and fresh.
Aprille, thank you, and it will be in a few months, once the snow and mud go away!
this smells green. i adore it.
Oh, thank you! I know exactly what you mean, and my woods smell like that.
green is also the color for life and peace and growth…so few words needed to get your meaning across ..nice 😉
katy, thank you. It is so peaceful.
Sounds ideal, I just love the ending, I really want to be there,sounds peaceful.
Di, thank you. I love my woods.
Wonderful choice of title…I’m partial to Latin, I guess. Wonderful, tight poem.
Thanks, Victoria. I like Latin, too. Hah–the reason for so much of it lately is I ended up with a Latin phrase daily tear-off calendar instead of the word-a-day I usually get–that’s what happens when you wait until mid-January to get a 2013 desk calendar 😉
Such a time and place to savour…
Thanks, Nelle. Every time I see the picture of my creek in the background here, I am missing my woods. Right now, they are impassable.
Deep woods . . . Oh yeah, you know I’m liking this one! Great job.
Nico, thanks. Sigh. I need to get back into them, soon.
Susan, Susan. this is strikingly lovely!
Jane, thanks so much. Glad you liked.
I agree with the other comments…”where green is the color of silence”– what a calming couple of lines! ~peace, Jason
Jason, thank you so much.
lovely. and very serene. love “gather moss.”
Thank you, Mohana.
Very nice and atmospheric
Bruce, thank you!
my fatherland
is the land of my mother,
Classic line, Susan.
Thanks, Celestine! Had to do it…
Ok – I so love this poem from the opening word to the final line. Simply completely beautiful! K
Kathleen–thank you so much! I like its simplicity.
I fully agree with your motto! And the irony of the opening lines…
🙂 Thanks, Marina!
I like the last line and the idea that you breathe in your home, making it a part of your body.
Thanks, Heidi. Yes, home sustains us, and we do take it in.
What a relaxing, soothing poem – had me breathing deeply to take in the fragrance of your woods.
Thank you, Tony. Can’t wait to get walking in them again.
really enjoyed this… loved the punch in just a few lines
Oh, thank you. Tried to be spare with this, to let the woods shine through.
where green
is the color of silence
I will gather moss
Yes, we have to stimulate and cause some commotions to enjoy what life has to offer. That’s how I read this. Nicely Susan!
Hank
Hank, that is a beautiful read of this! Thank you.