A Poem: On Turmoiled Ground

On Turmoiled Ground

Child! Child! Rest your head upon pine bough drifts

Let moonlight guide dreams through rings of knitted web

Breathe a rhythm of lilac scented mourn

Awake! Wipe song of sorry gently from your parched lips

Child! Child! Dance swiftly across turmoiled ground

Haste not to greet the day unturned

Lay worries at bubbling river's bend

Sing! The heart beats for feathered friends

Child! Child! Hold tight to hope with fingers twisted

Remember youth from the depth of unfiltered sun

Place your bones in rocky soil upturned

Fight! For earth and reason are one

                                                     ~ R.L. Morgan


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Happy Reading,

Rebecca

Summer....in poem

Summer

The sun defines the beacon of the seasons 

Southern breezes whistle dreams into one's path 

Notions once past return with strength and promise 

Summer whispers the ripening of future 

Cool grass beneath calloused soles speaks to spirit 

Spirit responds by soaking earth with her tears 

Those gone before seem nearer 

Days presented on extended fingers 

Mama wake me from sleep unslumbered 

Lest I linger in intoxicated bliss 

The fruits of a trifling journey 

Laid bare upon the robin's chest

Dreams once dreamt return vivid 

A spark reignited from a cold ember 

Hope emerging through the silent creeping 

The sweet, lingering scent of honeysuckle on the vine 

                                                       ~ R.L. Morgan

Love Poems

Love’s Philosophy

By Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)

The fountains mingle with the river

And the rivers with the ocean,

The winds of heaven mix for ever

With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;

All things by a law divine

In one spirit meet and mingle.

Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven

And the waves clasp one another;

No sister-flower would be forgiven

If it disdained its brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth

And the moonbeams kiss the sea:

What is all this sweet work worth

If thou kiss not me?

Happy Valentine's Day!

I hope you find time to read something lovely today!

Happy Reading,

Rebecca