Country Gods by Gregg Norman

 

Photo by Johannes Plenio

Country Gods

 

I believe in the power of country gods

in the deep dark of woods

in coyote howl and gull shriek

the sighing of winter winds

in snow-draped pines

I believe in white-capped waves

on wind-driven waters

the fall of browned oak leaves

and the swoop of swallows

I believe in the delicacy of deer

the lumbering waddle of fat bears

the flitting of chittering chipmunks

I kneel in the nave of nature’s church

dip my hands in the font

of her holy waters

and pray that she will always be

© Gregg Norman

Gregg Norman lives and writes in a lakeside cottage in Manitoba, Canada, with his wife and a small dog who runs the joint. His poetry has been placed in journals and literary magazines in Canada, USA, UK, Australia, Europe, and India. He is a 2024 Best of the Net nominee.