Sunday, May 29, 2011


Photo: (C) Jamie K. Reaser, Japanese honeysuckle

Sixty minutes awake in
the meadow
reveals the Nature of things
someday pronounced discoveries
by those who have been
sleeping all the while.

When was the last time you
relished a sip of honeysuckle –
Really let the clear beads of nectar
languish on your taste buds

How many blues do you
know of the sky that has been
your companion
since birth?

The male cardinal, the wine berries,
and the box turtle’s eye
are cadmium red,
alizarin crimson,
and lust.

How glorious to know a sedge
from a grass
and to fervently listen
to their stories
for sixty minutes

As the goats forage.

© 2011-2014/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (

(Feel free to share. Poetry is meant to move.)

No comments:

Post a Comment