There are times in the month
when the moon goes soft,
her pull relaxed, diminished,
leaving the sea to drift
in a gentle whirl of sea bird
and circling weed.
A time when little moves,
gulls cry lonely and questioning,
moments to gather and reflect
on what she has given
and what may yet be born
without urging or demanding
she receive our seed.
Allowing her to rest
in the gentle pace of slack water,
drifting quietly in shades
of grey and blue.
So very lovely, Don. I love those gentle cycles when creativity churns.
Whew…this one is super rich!
so perfectly recognizable … Isn’t it amazing that we all know the very subtle auras you are articulating … We are all capable of perceiving vibration, but few can give it form in words as you do. Thanks bro.
Just read through several of your poems and the flow/feel of them as a body of work is so beautiful and evocative. Thank you for sharing!
I love these times of quiet patience, trusting “what may yet be born” while parenting what already has been.
Love the quiet poise you convey rich with purpose.
Gorgeous, Don…you are the man.
What you have written is recognized through my heart and as it dances through my Being it becomes a part of me. Transitions in dance, to me, are the most important and exciting part of creating a new movement. It is How we get to the next move that is important. Your words describe this part of creation so beautifully. Thank you Don for creating this atmosphere for us
to dwell in together.
Reflective… like a reflecting pool. Love ya.
Blessings,
Snowy