Poem a Day: 21

Today’s prompts were Galaxy (or galaxy-type things) and love/anti-love:

Sometimes
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

Sometimes when I say
I am seeking the Beloved,
it is your wise eyes I see,
your expectant face, your
eloquent and tender hands.

Sometimes when I listen
for the humming of the stars,
it’s your voice my ears remember,
your quiet murmur, your
trilling whistle, clear and bright.

Sometimes when I pause
in the middle of the trail
and catch the aroma of lilac
or hyacinth sifting into the clearing,
it’s your scent I’m sensing,
and I am held in your arms
as surely as if you were here.


In honor of Earth Day tomorrow, I have recorded Jane Yolen’s “Earth Day.”

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