Once the moon hummed
in a dazzling glow
and we who wanted–
and longed for if–
walked through now
listening to our own hearts
beneath sweet budding branches,
as pink and red blooms burst open,
the music of life
plays a symphony,
luscious and sweet
The Oracle gave me this puente today. It’s been a crazy week. The world still seems to be tilting while we’re holding on. I thought we were in lock down today, but it was a false alarm.
I apologize for the delay in reading posts. I’m going to take the opportunity to get some errands done today while I still can, but I’ll be catching up on reading this weekend.
Lovely! This is so upbeat. The tempo is faster than usual, hopeful. Spring must be in the air.
We had a lot of the same words (my moon hummed as well) though yours is more understandable, makes more sense than my two poems.
Thank you! I couldn’t decide at first if she wanted to give me a message of hope or doom, but the hope won out. I will go read yours now. 🙂
It almost dances 🙂
Oh! Thank you. 🙂
A beautiful image and wonderful words to accompany it. I like it!
Hi Frank! Thanks so much. 🙂
Beautiful, Merril! I’m loving all of the red and pink blooms I’m seeing. Good luck with your shopping. Yesterday, I had better luck at Target than Walmart.
Thank you, Jill. I wasn’t really stocking up, and I don’t normally shop at either of those places–but I sent my husband out for more cat food. Priorities! We can eat anything. 🙂 And
I got my hair done.
LOL! Yes, food for the cats, a definite priority! 🙂 We we’re stocking up either. I took my mother out for her Friday outing. I was in search of Wet Ones…something I’ve used for many years. Yes, I’m a pre-virus germaphobe. 🙂
Lovely poem, Merril! Love those cherry blossoms ♥
Thank you so much, Katy!
Beautiful … poem and photos … and, yes, hopeful! Music seems to be one way people are coping with COVID-19 (Italians serenading while on lockdown), but then music is a global language. I’m glad you’re not on lockdown and were able to get your hair done 😉
Thanks, Marie. 🙂 More importantly, my husband finally got HIS hair cut. It was beginning to look like someone had stuck a small dog on his head.
lol … my husband goes months between haircuts. It’s become a joke between him and his stylist.
My husband goes months, too. I just tell him for months and months, and then eventually he gets it cut. 🙂
I’m getting that way myself. I’m ready to have it cut shorter so I can let it go longer between cuts 😉
I think that’s why I keep mine long. I can always pull it back or up. 😉
I used to do that. When my hair was much longer, I wore it braided every day … and I got bored with that. Now it’s a weird cut (a bob): too short to put up or pull back, but long enough to get in my face. Can you tell I’m obsessing about my hair again 😉
Perhaps the gift in this viral panic is attentiveness to feeling OK NOW … something easily taken for granted when not threatened.
Thank you–that is an excellent thought!
lovely tempo Merril thank you and the photo is beautiful!
Thank you very much, Susan.
I hope your life won’t be too disrupted.
Such a pretty tree to go with your perfect puente (sorry, couldn’t help myself) 😉
I am off to stock up on more wine. My booze cabinet is down to stuff I don’t drink! As for the rest, I am not a “stocker” and will leave the extra TP for those who really need it…
Thank you! Yes, get your wine. 🙂
Aaarrggh! My liquor store was closed – no electricity!
Oh no! I hope it’s reopened, or else it’s time to shop online! 🙂
I’ll be going for a walk later… Though three of the “kids” who were on the cruise with us came over and partied… I joined in and am suffering for it (they are sleeping on my couches…)
Life and death, side by side, but I like the conclusion of life and hope.
Thank you, Ken. I hope you’re feeling better.