Mother's Voice on Season's Wind: Collected Poems by Henry Howard
By Henry Howard
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Henry Howard
Henry Howard is a native New Yorker, living in Los Angeles since 1986. I first became interested in a career in writing as an undergraduate at Hampshire College, at which a professor who became my mentor, brother and best friend during my student years first sensed my potential. He believed in me both as a human being and a budding writer, and I owe much of my passion for writing to him. I am a fiction writer and poet, and my work in both genres is linked by a commitment to human rights--and my belief in the power of words to make everyone on earth our neighbor and partner in building a better world.
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Mother's Voice on Season's Wind - Henry Howard
MOTHER’S VOICE ON SEASON’S WIND—Voices from the Natural World
12201.jpgMother’s Voice on Season’s Wind
10341.jpgGentle as the summer wind,
My mother’s voice floats to me
Through my window
Open to the world,
Curtains a-flutter as she hums a melody
Only I can hear.
Three summers now
Since she passed
In the stillness of the night,
But her voice lives on in every breath I take.
When August storms
Lash the meadow and the great pine forest,
Watering the flowers to grow tall and bright,
The thunder is the anger in her voice
At being taken from the world
Before her time.
October’s gray chill is softened
By new colors of red and gold,
And my mother’s voice
Is the laughter on the wind,
Swirling the leaves in dancing goblins
Round my welcoming feet.
When the year’s first snow tickles my cheek,
I hear my mother’s holiday songs
On winter gusts that silence the world
Beneath a downy blanket of white.
Every season brings its special wind,
And every wind is a special tune
My mother used to sing,
A song my heart can hear
On every breeze, in every joyous thing.
10343.pngA Primal Wind
10347.jpgFour days and still the nor’easter
Cracked its cheeks
Beyond our Cape Cod retreat,
A primal creature that hurled itself
Against our straining door.
We made pancakes,
Gave each other hugs and back rubs,
Rejoicing in elemental things
The fury of the elements call to life.
Once, when the wind eased just a little,
We hustled our station wagon
To a lonely outpost
High above the boiling sea.
I remember the symphony
Of wind and water,
A strange harmony of gusts
Like a sigh of contentment
After cleansing love.
Flecks of white foam
And bits of seaweed like green jewels
Caressed our cheeks,
A splash of color that dared disturb
The universe of mottled gray.
The tempest’s passing slipped by unnoticed
In the dark hours,
Heralding the brightest dawn
Old-timers could recall.
In lemon-drop light,
Giant sunflowers turned black and golden faces
Toward the gift
Of rain-washed sky.
And in the yard of a grand new house,
An ancient willow tree lay upended
For all to touch, to scramble over, to ponder
The most familiar things,
Sculpted in a hundred new ways
By the unseen hands of a primal wind.
10349.pngStorm-Shine
10352.jpgBlack rain clouds tear asunder,
Rays of gold
Pierce dark curtains
To gentle the roiling sea beneath.
Is this fleeting kiss of light
Amid the turbulent shadows
A momentary gift
Of sunshine or storm-shine?
Of all the ways that nature shines,
Storm-shine is my favorite:
The final sunburst before surrender
To consuming darkness;
The jagged spears and flashes
That all too briefly pierce
The gray universe;
The soft glow of winter’s light
At a blizzard’s end,
When white winds at last relax
Their sculpting artistry of marshmallow drifts.
In a universe of chaos,
Storm-shine brings soothing order:
The menace of the dark and the comfort of light,
Surrender to turmoil and the triumph of peace,
Winds that shove and rage against the fragile body,
Blue skies that tease with glimpses of infinity
For the hungry soul.
Beyond the refuge of my home,
Scudding clouds ready waves of attack.
My windows rattle with distant thunder.
Above the horizon, lost in shadow,
A solitary diamond glows with bright defiance.
I turn my face and look for storm-shine.
10364.pngHeaven and Hell on Angels Landing
(Zion National Park, Utah, October 24, 2003)
10354.jpgHigh upon the Angels Landing ridge,
I am a human spider on the wall of no return,
Crawling upwards,
Clawing upwards,
Inching ever so slowly upwards,
Reason reduced to instinct
Of one more step without misstep!
My legs kick out for the safety
Of sandstone blocks,
While I cling to steel chains
That weave a slender thread
Between life and death.
Gnarled pinion pine trees,
Gray with age,
Backs bent from the agony
Of holding back the gales,
Defiantly guard the dizzying void
And mark the boundary between earth and sky.
Above me, more chains gleam mockingly,
Daring me to reach for another, and yet another,
And, when all strength is gone,
For still one more.
Pushing my numbed feet to the summit in a daze,
I stare in awe
From the heights of another world
At tiny earth below.
I am exhausted, I am drained.
Death has been my constant companion,
Sharing the chains with me,
Tickling the soles of my boots,
Yet I have never felt more alive!
I am exhilarated, filled with wordless joy,
And mostly I am humbled
To briefly tread upon the dwelling place of angels
And gently touch the blue face of infinity
10367.pngWhen Trees Went to War
10356.jpgThe awakening forest
Creaked and shivered,
As the world of trees stretched their limbs
After two thousand years of sleep.
From deep in their sanctuary
They gazed reluctantly upon the world,
Mighty oaks, slender poplars,
Quaking aspens,
With little in common
Except their gnarled skin and ancient arms,
Craving nourishment from a sun
That fed them only fire.
They stirred for the first time in centuries,
Fearing danger,
And as their sensitive fingers
Reached for the sun,
They recoiled,
Shocked at a burn beyond imagining.
Sometime in the long, cool slumber of the trees,
The sun had grown fearsomely hot
As the greed of men
Consumed the oceans and the glaciers,
And the delicate skin the Earth wore like a blue veil
Began to cook like an onion,
Carmelizing in a simmering pot.
A brave sentry strode far beyond the borders
Of the Forest of Shadows,
And reported to his elders
All that he had seen and heard.
Then they called a great council of war,
And trees and shrubs, bushes and branches
From all the lands where green things ruled
Came together in an emerald awakening,
An army of green power not seen
Since men waged war
With axes and fire.
"Come forward, Messiah,
Lord of the Forest,
And show your scars for all to witness
The crimes of men,"
The elders intoned.
A great oak, hundreds of feet tall,
Shuffled roots old beyond the measure of time
Into the grove of the patriarchs,
And with shame and sadness,
Spread his shattered limbs.
The other trees fell back in horror,
And the wind carried their cries of grief
High into what blue sky remained.
Messiah’s arms, once so mighty
They could carry the weight of the world,
Were shriveled stumps,
And the beautiful bark of which he was so proud
Now hung dead and leprous white,
From poisonous factories
Men had slaughtered his kin to build.
Other trees soon found the courage
To share their pain.
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