Catch the water
as it shimmers
in springtime sun,
throwing diamonds
in joyful
kisses of light.
The thrill in a heart
to witness
this manifestation
of gems
after the shadows
and depth of night.
Dancing diamonds
give way
to long rays
of slanted sun,
painting the lake
in a quieter gold.
The peace in a heart
to witness and know
from the centre of
Sun, Earth and human heart,
diamonds spring.
Love is the only gold.
Have you ever had a big change in life? This poem comes from dancing through it. Surrendering to the winds of change, then finally, finding home.
When I die,
I will leap
from this party,
I will fling
out my arms
and dance,
a maple key
spinning from tree.
I will tumble
into the chaos
of winds,
surrender,
free.
Touch down,
root into mud,
a new home,
a sapling be.
I had the fortune to visit a friend in Richmond, Yorkshire. Here is an acrostic poem (first letter of each line spells a word) that I was inspired to create. The winter light was absolutely enchanting.
I am so honoured to have my poem paired with an enchanting, evocative image in Earth Pathways 2023 calendar! I love the calendar and weekly planner, each year benefitting from their gifts of nature’s beauty and wisdom in image and words.
The beautiful, nature-connected Earth Pathways 2023 calendar and diary are now available from my online bookshop.
What if we breathed
as if the air
were sacred?
Each breath would be
a gift,
a kiss of precious life.
What if we danced
as if the earth
were sacred?
Each beat of her bones
would teach our hearts
what it means
to be loved.
What if we spoke
as if words
were sacred?
We would not waste them.
They would be blessings.
What could I say to you then, but
LOVE.
The sun blazed high.
I looked to his power
for direction
and was blinded,
scorched until he danced,
a colourful myriad of inspirations,
even further from my reach,
into the sea.
I sat in the cool, soothing air,
listening to owls
telling their stories.
Night jasmine curled around gates
like children’s crowns woven
with white, fragile stars.
A hare leapt across a starlit field,
its tail bobbing like a tiny moon.
The gentle, round face of night’s queen,
simple, white and immense,
rose in the East.
Her light touched me
and did not burn.
I found my direction
suddenly,
under a bliss of stars,
dance moonwards.
Though I’m a maid
of many years,
I wear a carefree crown.
I dance among
the Hawthorn blooms
on hills and dales and downs.
Seasons pass,
warm summer melts
the winter in my bones.
My wedding ring’s
a Hawthorn crown,
the ancient land,
my home.
She knows how insects feel;
“Companion plants” (not weeds)-
They are welcome.
Trees are the ultimate creation:
Bold and firm, yet flowing high up
Their branches in the wind;
And talking with their neighbours
Low down in the rhizomes;
The “plant empath” talks back. She climbs
for like all of us
She is just a monkey-type mammal.
“Anything that happens
To us is meaningful.
Anything the birds do is for play.
Our guts recognise the 10,000 year old grains.
The seeds are alive!”
“Plant Empath” is written by the perceptive and talented Arwen.
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