As The World Turns

 

purple flowers
Photo source unknown

 

Oh, my planet, I am so
in love with you. And you seem to
love me back. We are an item.
Daily, you swerve, slow-dancing
with the sun, seducing me with
new angles of interpretation
so that my peonies manifest themselves
in color swatches, shades shifting
from apricot to blood. And my lawn,
licking up necessary light, grows, greens
into a small hay field to swoon in.
Even the promiscuous dandelions
reflect the generosity of light.

Your seasons’ musical compositions,
themes and variations—apogee, perigee,
the lengthening of days, then nights.
Your planetary rhythms—the same
every year, and every year unique.

Waking, early morning ‘s heavy
shadows shorten and blanch, and then
there’s noon, and then again, a lengthening
to dusk until, complete with stars, dark
wraps me in fleece. By nightfall
in the companion dark, my desire
gives away to dreaming, the way lovers
ease into sleep after passion is spent.

~ A poem by Luci Shaw

 

 

Happy Earth Day Everyone!

The New Season

 

woman and the fountain of love by christian schloe
Art by Christian Schloe

 

Waiting is purification,
is patience quelling desire,
is God’s time permeating human haste.

The crystal droplet
gathers at the curled leaf’s tip
but does not fall.
The mighty wave bounds in
but does not break.

The heart’s new season
pauses on the threshold
of the walled, inviolate garden,
the spring of living waters at its center.

We wait till that authoritative voice
cries once more, “Come forth!
Begin to bud and bloom!
Toss in the breezes of my ardent love!
Be all renewed and filled with light!
Waiting is over—
the hour of fulfillment come!”

Beloved, this is our new season.
Together let us go to meet it.

 

~ A poem by Barbara Dent, O.C.D.S.