Walking Through Patience Park at Dusk

from the bleached bone groves

shedding white bark   naked

stems of rebirth scratching

            an impressionist’s sky

 

to the stream     wound like a spindle

licking her sides for enough years

to carve a new path through

            moss-coated stone

 

in my dreams I see this place     as clearly

as I do this day     sight without mortal eyes   

peering through the cellular kaleidoscope

            of sun-to-earth matrimony

           

it is here where seed waxes to flower    

where nectar hoarders build hives

in crooked boughs     this is where it all begins

from caterpillar to chrysalis     and finally

wet fingers of probing radiance erupting

from protected places     venturing

            into a changed world

Reviews

[Tom]

An interesting and well penned poem on mother-natue and the grander scheme of things as she lives and breaths through everyone and everything all around us !

Reminds me somewhat of one of my own poems, ' Who am I ' so we are both singing from the same hymn sheet with this splendid poetic theme!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

:) That is a compliment...I enjoy your work.

[Rosaria_V]

Wow, this is truly beautifully written!! So well done :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so very much, my friend!

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Not to make light of this, but it almost sounds like a spiritual ritual.

Great work, thank you for sharing your intelectual ability.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Spiritual ritual...I suppose in a way you are right. For me, a walk through a place like this is often a spiritual ritual of sorts. Thank you so much for stopping by!

[Pryde Foltz]

And she returns refreshed and ready to pen anew. Back with a bang. Great metaphors and just touch of the sensual.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, Pryde! I'm so glad you enjoyed this one. I'm back...hopefully not too rusty to give people someone to latch on to :)