Ancient Pulse

The solar arc turns southward
as the high days of long light
begin their steady descent to autumn.
The aberration of war continues
yet beneath layers of leaf and root
an older rhythm commands
rivers to the sea, hummingbirds
to cross the broad equator and soul
to gather ancient pulse
into a new day.



10 Responses to “Ancient Pulse”

  1. Doyle Banks says:

    I love how you put my feelings into words.

    Thank you.

  2. gloria says:

    and gather we will
    to allow the pulse to be broad
    to ride the tide of change…

    Thanks for your ever present words

  3. Lloyd Meeker says:

    Such power in these cycles. I love your reverence for them, and your intimacy with them.

  4. Eilish says:

    Another beautiful poem from poets point. An artists retreat, a great point of inspiration!

  5. Pichay says:

    Note the ancient pulse of a super-nova, visible between stars 1 and 2 of the handle of the Big Dipper constellation, whose explosion occurred some millions of years ago in earth-time, its unfolding story only reaching us now, maybe visible through October. Its not in the handle but out a bit, forming a triangle with the first 2 stars of the handle. Go to an observatory for best view. Detectable view possible with binochulars.

  6. Tom Wilson says:

    Let that ancient pulse guide us through our tragic disconnection with nature. It is a presence that is spread out across the world that tells us that there is so much more than our ideologies.

  7. Athena Coleman says:

    Beautiful, refined reverance for what is in the words of this poem. It reminds me of that first smell and nip of new autumn air. Blessings and thank you!

  8. Katherine O,,,Neill says:

    Tonight I find myself strongly resisting darkness setting in at 8 pm. Your poem restores perspective on what is really happening in the universe beneath my feelings tonight .Thank you for putting me in touch with the deeper rhythm–your words bring me peace.

  9. Bill Dare says:

    Ahhhh… the power of Autumnal rhythms in your words move my soul to it’s ancient pulse.

  10. Donna Heath says:

    Autumn carries the assurance of birth and death, change and rebirth,
    thanks for your poem reminding me the ancient is here and now.

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