HONEY

It is said that everything we need to know we can learn from nature. We know that after a thunderstorm, there is the sun, and on a lucky day, there might be a snow shower on a spring morning with the birds singing in the background. It's the last gasp of winter trying to hold on before mother nature slings off her winter fur and puts on the halter dress! Find the delight in whatever sings to your nature and encourages you to remains true to your art. The moment knows.

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. Anais Nin

Honey

The moment knows
the expansive land,
melting past the mind in the
crowded gypsum room.

The moment knows
slow, dancing snow,
cold rain splashing,
veins of water dripping
down the window pane.

The moment knows
rolling thunderous storms
dancing across verdant fields,
feeding the hidden divine.
The buried soul continues to grow.

The moment knows
lightening, white lighting, illuminating
the mango’s pink hews, an
intervention of light on
a sunrise of clouds.

The moment knows
time floods the truth as
twisting vines grow
up the trellis purposefully.
Dignity will fill your throat

The moment knows
the eclipse of the moon,
the river’s white face and
eyes that are slaves to
memory’s ink.

The moment knows
berry-red wine traveling between
goblet and bottle,
momentarily suspended in time.

The moment knows
time parts to hear a whisper
lost in a second.
Unearthed dirt exposing
an opening to sanction
honey-feathered air.

The moment knows
invisible wind holding hands,
touching rays of truth.
Roots forging into earth,
a tree reaches vertically
for one more breath.