echeveria

echeveria

sends a column of flowers

mixing up the chicks

©️🧿Donna Maurice poem/image 2020

Sangre De Christo Summer

Sangre De Christo Summer

No snow upon the Spanish Peaks

The streams begin to fade

Heat waves distort

The high chaparral

Hot rocks empty

Where lizards had laid

All seek shadows

From the blast of sun

The forge where

Skeletons are made

Save for winged raptors

Who climb thermal stairs

Looking down upon

Land scarred and flayed

In the distance

An adobe church

Its well dug deep 

In the rock of their faith

They plant trees

©️🧿Donna Maurice  poem/image 2020

Armillary

The great armillary of the cosmos
A wonder to behold
All parts whirling synchrony
All dancers, young and old
But mostly the other bodies
Are far away, bright but cold
Far-flung I,  desert rose of stars
Watching the Universe unfold

In patterns brightly ordered

Marching to an unseen goal

A mysterious culmination

Or an endless story told?

Collapsing in upon itself

Down the wyvern's hole!

©️🧿Donna Maurice poem 2020

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