The light through the branches
The light through the branches may be massless –weightless – but imbues the purple petals with infinite energy. Brilliant colors distract from the arcana of the sappy veins and wobbling stems. Cultivated buds smell fresh as Queen Ann’s Lace –a wild weed--by the highway.
Submitted By: Sarah Rubock
By the Sun and the Moon
Moon Flower and Morning Glory, lovers passing moments rare,
Romance by light, hope eclipses momentarily
Dissolves to shadows of a certain slant,
Creatures of Eden, paradise, they conspire, lay seed here, to repeat,
A date they'll not forget, the bodies pushing forth, to sprout to rise to lay root--
Same time next year--
Come together, Earth between their tendril toes,
Moon and Sun to steer them,
This their prayerful proclamation:
Love knows no bounds designed by Man,
Desire breeds our future.
Submitted By: Treasure Ingels
Montevallo, Al
Even those who are pure in heart
Even those who are pure in heart and say their prayers at night may be werewolves when the wolfbane blooms and the moon is full and bright.
Submitted By: Paul Wiener
a special corner of paradise
A brief visit. A deep connection.
I am immersed in beauty. My spirit comes alive!
I am changed.
Submitted By: Dennis Mardon
The best conversations
The best conversations occur in motion; on a walk in the last stretch of old grow woods, when we are alone side by side and we have shielded all responsibility to come to the gardens.
