The Poetry of Soil



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A Summer Moon

Originally posted on Awoodlandrose’s Blog:

A Summer Moon

born to
a summer moon
always yours
to hold

with golden curls
that honeycomb
the morning’s
early glow

through fields
woods and meadows
rafting
on pond seas

we play
catching rides
on children’s swings
laughing in the breeze

we hunt seaglass
the color of your eyes
tumbled by the shore’s
rocky waves

pray to the goddess
and converse
with…

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Under Its Spell

Crossing Another Threshold

Sweetbay Magnolia…
smitten under its spell
I propose marriage

giddy
I say Yes!
butterflies in my gut

imagine
my smile
doubled

I shall wear
a pink cotton dress
and a daisy in my hair

grass and clover
between my toes
an acorn cap ring

my vows are tender
sweet and sincere
a cardinal croons nearby

Dogwood and Redwood
sabor a path
a rabbit scoots ahead

mint and sage
peach and…

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Heaven’s Home

Heaven’s Home

ladders to the sky

a blue jay’s piercing cry
the robin’s egg cupping blue
a tipsy moth’s free flight
the morning glory’s climb 
out of the night

an acorn realizing it’s an oak
puffing sails that lean
into a swelling sea
island bells that chime
on a soft summer breeze

a firefly pulsing star light
stars pulsing fire light
a lovers’ kiss as they melt into one
the last glance of day 
towards a…

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a June romance

awoodlandrose:

Lightning bugs are out and about! This is a reblog in honor of the coming solstice and lightning bugs/fireflies that keep the sun’s light pulsing throughout the short but dark nights.

Originally posted on Awoodlandrose’s Blog:

fireflies gently tilt and float
the night into my bedroom mirror
eddying their sparkling lullaby
a glance of light here and there

such short flights of…

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June Love

June 

thunder drums
the earth 
returns the call
red roses issue
bullfrogs echo
rivers storm
however brief
that passion 
ignites
eddies back
a plea from
the full strawberry moon
and her wild
goddess energy
pay attention
please
to these gifts
now

ag ~ 2014

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Bourbon and Salt Chips

Bourbon and Salt Chips

“T’aint easy sweetie” she said drolly. “Tryin’ to hang on and let go at the same time.”  Her voice was tinged with salt chips and her long legs propped up on the kitchen table. The farmhouse windows looked out onto a horizon of grass and garden. It had been a spring day turned abruptly into summer longing.

bourbon with wild mint
before dusk disappears
a sudden downpour

ag ~ 2014

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Infinite Shades of Gray

Infinite Shades of Gray

No Other Song

Now that you passed
never to walk your beloved beach
again in this lifetime
I wish I could say that gulls
cried out for you
or that the waves ebbed
longer than usual.

Or even that a storm brewed
on the day you decided to leave
but I cannot -
that would do you an injustice
in fact it would negate
the real beauty that you
were able to poet so well.

You knew that the gulls
could be a…

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Life Is About Moments

Life Is About Moments

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Oh to live in a garden

where fancy flowers bloom

and are merry neighbors

with the weeds and wild ones.

Oh what fun

their chatter over and under

the picket fence

that listens in too.

Oh what a joy

to know that all

are welcome to play

and rest easy.

The breeze that bellows

the rain that floods

ivy that itches

and pollen that sneezes.

Nesting birds and those

on…

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For Vincent

Baleful Blues

Sometimes it creeps in
between the sheets
other times on the arm of a trombone
the longing
bluesy and boozy or
fireside and crackling sober.

It leads into
Van Gogh’s blue bedroom
with the walls and floorboards
all askew and naked
assumptions of sanity.

There in his room
Vincent felt it too.

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Of Twilight

Waxing Twilight

I feel the sap
rise in my body -
after all it’s Spring.
Or is it the rum
making me feel warmer
than the bedding sun
that I imagine slips away 
under the sheets
into the embrace 
of a waiting lover.

I like to think that
the moon and stars
are made of flesh 
and blood 
lust and longing.
Or is it that 
we are made
of sap and starlight
forgetting our own 
dawn and radiance.

What…

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