From Jenny Watts: a poem of Love and Healing

Winter from the North

How fares She.

Does she weep tears
for griefs of Congo
and the Liberian agonies.

Do her seas vision
great sails or
mourn detritus of the North.

Does her land smile at
wind turning blades
and the swelling gifting tides.

How fare the Khasi Hills,
lost forests
mourning Bangladeshi floods,

outposts of Chomolungma
singing with Ka lawbei,
awaiting Her healing Spring.