Nectar

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

instructionally?

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" (www.hiraethpress.com)

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