now is the time

Spring To Summer

Now is the time
Of the blooming of thistles
And vetch
And Bowers bestrung with

Sweet pea

Of merry butterfly orgies

And the miracle of

Bumblebee flight

Soft breezes compel

A poetry of feet and core

My hands as birds

Catching the clouds

©️🧿Donna Maurice poem/image 2020

Time Enough

You have until

The day you die

To best your best

To reach new height

To top the pile

With the next guidelight

To lead by example

Not claim it as right

To shine from inside

The spark that ignites

 Agape springs perennial

Love grows day and night

©️🧿Donna Maurice poem 2020

Mama, Make A Yap!

     One of my favorite parenting memories involved my middle son when he was two and learning to speak. I was sitting on the porch and the sons had friends over. He came running at me all smiles, wanting a full-wrap hug.

     "Make a Yap, Mama!'  He meant ' lap' because he wanted to be completely enfolded in the love he knew was there for him. I happily complied and was deeply nourished also.💗

Prairie Spring

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                            kiss of the sun blooms

                            to the joy of moths and bees

                            a special few days

©️🧿Donna Maurice poem/image 2020

                          

Stratospheric

Kite the waves of wind

Sharp wings slicing gales

Gravity's laws recind

Fly beyond the pale

The greater the height

The broader the view

To climb is to fight

For what's seen by few

The air is cleaner

All barriers below

Senses are keener

No stopping the flow

Ecstasy in freedom's rush

When your wingtips

On God's face brush

©️Sylphide poem/2020

There Is Only Now

There is only now

As it has always been

And will ever be

To your light I bow

Though hidden, unseen

No secret to me

Paint it over again

Constancy falls in shape

Colors liquidly form

Sharpened in lens

Fantastic dreamscape

Unusual is the norm

Things happen in time

Queerer than we suppose

Or will ever know

Whirling life, sublime

Thorns protect the rose

But scented breezes blow

©️🧿Kiku Koibito poem/image 2020

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