Listen to the winds, as
They blow in, laughing
Calling to the hearts
Of wandering spirits
Listen! Whose Voice
Sings in the wind?
To whom does it call?
What secrets shared
In the song of morning breeze?
Sun warms the face of
Listener, bright rising
Day, followed by cool
Melody of whispering
Windsong
Smile! this Autumn
Love song, ballad of hope
A long awaited promise
Listen! The Singer on the wind
In tune with Om of Creation!
The Rhythmic Key to a
Heart locked against
Dangers of honest Love
Butterfly landing
Upon the lotus, awakes
The sleeping dreamer
The Song of hope
blows in, and the Listener,
Becoming One, knows
The Voice, embraces the wind
Opening mind
The Voice, the Listener,
The Butterfly
All dance upon the wind
The Song of Love
(c) 27 August 2014
Suzy Jacobson Cherry
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Monday, August 4, 2014
Poem: August
August
One hundred degrees
And humid
Oppression, heavy
Shoulders slumped with
Summer’s weight
There is no diversion,
No distraction from the
Sting of flies stopping for
A drink from human arm
Drenched, the itch of
Dripping perspiration
Imagine wading
Through tepid algae waters
Everglade grasses wisp
Across ankles, invisible,
Reminiscent of spiders kissing
Bare skin, clothing undesirable
While simmering, sweltering
In this desert sun, dream
Of surf-sprayed sands,
Fruited libation a silent companion
A book, a story, a love imagined
Breeze blows, wisps of hair,
Convection oven hot
Reverie broken, hope builds
Only in mountainous clouds,
Dust wall approaching,
Lightning flashing in the distant sky
© 4 August, 2014
One hundred degrees
And humid
Oppression, heavy
Shoulders slumped with
Summer’s weight
There is no diversion,
No distraction from the
Sting of flies stopping for
A drink from human arm
Drenched, the itch of
Dripping perspiration
Imagine wading
Through tepid algae waters
Everglade grasses wisp
Across ankles, invisible,
Reminiscent of spiders kissing
Bare skin, clothing undesirable
While simmering, sweltering
In this desert sun, dream
Of surf-sprayed sands,
Fruited libation a silent companion
A book, a story, a love imagined
Breeze blows, wisps of hair,
Convection oven hot
Reverie broken, hope builds
Only in mountainous clouds,
Dust wall approaching,
Lightning flashing in the distant sky
© 4 August, 2014
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Poem: Lammas Offering
Photo from: Mary's Be a GoodDog Blog |
Red moon waxing
Bread scattered for the Ancients
Birds will find sustenance
In tomorrow's morning light
(c) 3 August 2014
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