Poetry Sunday: 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


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.


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.

43 Replies to “Poetry Sunday: Expectant”

  1. I like the way you share your personal journey in your poetry, the way you continue to seek and grew. It is never too late to plant new seeds, to grow!

  2. I love how calm and peaceful your poem makes me feel! Especially this: “diamond dust is sprinkled against the black, velvety sky”… is just exquisite!

  3. Beautiful, Donna. Love the poem & artwork. “Expectant” has so many layers of meaning ~ birth, growth, renewal in nature and our spiritual path.

  4. I love what your poem says to you. I also believe it’s true. Everything–plants, relationships, people–grow better when we can relate to them in natural ways that speak to our souls.

  5. ‘expectant.’ … love the way in which you have given words to the lovely stirrings of that often overlooked state of being. Awesome writing!

  6. i really loved the title. it wraps up the poem neatly. there are expectations not only for the seed but for the person planting it too. i think one needs to be truly in tune with nature to write this. 🙂

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