Poetry Sunday: Expectant

 

Expectant

 

 

Under the dark new moon

Where diamond dust is sprinkled against the black, velvety sky

I plant new seed in fertile soil.

My breath slows becoming one with Mother Earth

Her energy flows through me

Joined with the Universal energy of the heavenly bodies.

Intentions are made, blessed and released

Watered, waiting, expectant.

 

 

©Donna Donabella 2018

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This poem has a double meaning for me…the expectancy of spring and spring planting, and the expectancy of growth along my personal path as I read, learn, experience and share my life lessons.

As the full moon is upon us, I am reminded that spring planting by the phases of the moon is said to enhance harvests.  Some gardeners suggest sowing seeds for crops that yield an above ground harvest between the new moon and full moon.  Root crops are best planted when the moon is going from full moon to new moon.  While I have never tried this, I have gardener friends who swear by this planting method.

 

I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.

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I leave you with a few additional words about Expectant.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2018.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

Poetry Sunday: Breath of Life

 

Breath of Life

 

The wind blows through me; the breath of life.

It restores me.

The soft rustling, white noise calms me-

Enveloped in a warm, cozy blanket.

 

 

Cool breeze on my skin like wading in a creek.

Waking my senses,

I rise to the scents and smells-

New grass, fragrant blooms, leaf mold.

 

 

The drone of bees blends with the wind chimes.

Their music tickles my mind.

Dozing, bringing a deep peace-

Descending, melting throughout my being.

 

©Donna Donabella 2017 

 

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While listening to the stillness of late summer, early fall, there were few sounds but the wind.  These sounds filled me with the breath of life.  And this poem poured forth.

 

 

The pictures here are of fading sunflowers…they bring me such peace when I look upon them in fall.

 

I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up, Poetry Pantry, for poets who blog.

 

 

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I leave you with a few additional words about breath of life.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2017.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.