dancing lessons

 

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In the garden,

old steps forgotten

can be relearned,

a pause in your own dance

sometimes necessary

to witness and honor again

those lovers and opposites,

ironically, flawlessly

meant to be matched,

who meet and feed,

each upon the sweetness

of the other

in open abundance and joy.

Birds, Bees, Butterflies, Tadpoles, Green Heron 040Revolving, one to the next,

a wheeling reel of life—

giver and receiver,

now the flower,

now the bee,

then the flower’s seed

and bird.

 

Bow, drink, feed, love.

Turn.

Become food.

Or god; perhaps they are the same.

Birds, Bees, Butterflies, Tadpoles, Green Heron 068Sacred intimacies

silently studied

by the lover in you who,

seeing Love’s circular dance,

loves the world better…

End of July 061 and so you turn to the other

to offer

then turn again,

to receive

sweetness and sustenance.

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the dance goes on.

Bow, drink, feed, love.

Turn.

Become food.

Or god; perhaps they are the same.

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Spring’s Winning

Lilac Buds

March

A blue day
a blue jay
and a good beginning.

One crow,
melting snow —
spring’s winning!

~ Elizabeth Coatsworth

April Snow and High River 021When I worked as a teacher, I looked forward to spring and the enjoyment offered by the poetry units I shared with my middle school students. This poem, by Elizabeth Coatsworth, was always a favorite of my sixth graders, and the spring poems they created and illustrated in response to the many we studied were equally lovely.

Last Sunday Morning
Last Sunday Morning

April Snow and High River 018Yearning for blue skies, birdsong, and sweet green earth is nothing new after a long Wisconsin winter, but this year our winter-weary hearts have been sorely tried, indeed. We received snow last Sunday and are told “a dusting” will return again Friday, accompanied by another week of rain.

April Snow and High River 010After last year’s long thirst, I’m only happy for the moisture in whatever forms it arrives, but today’s sunshine and the chance to inspect the gardens and see (hooray!) that last year’s tulips and daffodils survived the drought, has been pure gift. The river is high, the birds are singing, and—even though we’re sliding towards the end of April—spring, I can tell, is finally winning.

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April Snow and High River 065Gentle peace to your week…

 

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Sometimes, the Better Dream

Still moving through a lovely dream, I woke

reluctantly,

 left my bed and wandered out

to water the gardens.

Their thirst, I supposed, and even sensed,

was intense,

after days of humid heat

that offered no sip, no drip, no drink,

only, “perhaps…

 just wait…maybe…soon.”

But the rain never came.

I washed dusty leaves and watered deep roots,

bathed and showered each plant, one by one.

Dry soil turned to merry mudbaths

for those who crawl and flutter and hop.

Jeweled drops sparkled on plants that bowed

to drink again.

Birdsong chorused and echoed through trees.

It seemed

the breeze held out its hand;

the garden said, “Yes, let’s dance!”

I stood in deep shadows,

enjoying the show,

wearing pajamas, but fully awake.

Sometimes, the better dream is here.

 

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Each dusk has its music

Each dusk has its music;

Summer has symphonies.

Bird calls settle, diminish. Sonata ends

as the song of crickets rises, sparking

the rise of fireflies,

seeking mates upon the flashing earth.

(A sideshow! Sweet ballet of lust and creation:

seeker and sought,

rose-scented pilgrimage,

light and sound and smell commingling…)

And then spring peepers, the third movement chorus—

a sound crying through the heart

to the deeper heart.

Wind whispers, caressing trees, gentling leaves:

hushed dream percussion.

Then all flow together: bird, cricket, peeper, breeze…

Light meets light and music recedes—

earth’s lullaby to her lonely

children, a nightly offering.

Take your seat; the show is free…

Add your song of

stillness and gratitude.

 

(Crickets and Spring Peepers together: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWFjhEYXbbU&feature=related )

 

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