poem: lessons revealed on a midsummer’s walk

poem: lessons revealed
on a midsummer’s walk

the honey locust
wild apricot
and angelpod vine
surprise us today
as we walk the path
along Seven Mile Creekin these days

in theses days
just after midsummer,
hot and humid,
the cumulus clouds
signalling afternoon showers
are close at han

walking the damp Earth
revealing its lessons:
inseparability, impartiality,
and mutuality connect
all to the great nest of being
as divine universal love

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
July 11, 2021

photos by Herb Stone
‘Honey Locust, Wild Apricot,
and Angelpod Vine’

poem: the blessings of a daily walk

poem: the blessings of a daily walk

rambling
among the
wild carrot,
thistle,
crimson clover,
blackberries,
curly dock,
fields of wild flowers,
with the
dragon flies,
creek fish,
while tail,
in the
Southern Hills’ woods,
paddling the creeks,
then sitting a spell
in the deep shade
of mature trees,
with the cool breeze
on our face
fills our hearts
with unending gratitude
and grace

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
July 5, 2021

photos by the author
‘Our Recent Ramblings’

poem:  a day at Bird Heaven Hill

poem: a day at Bird Heaven Hill

arising early at first light
waking slowly sipping coffee
then out to hear the dense bird song
and to see the overnight blooms
scanning the sky and vistas
back inside making Cathey’s
ginger green tea elixir
checking friend’s post and messages
writing it all down
before business of the day sets in
Cathey comes down to nap
on the couch near me
we are well here
on Bird Heaven Hill
where all is regarded with love

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
June 30, 2021

photos by Herb Stone
‘Just Outside my Door’

 

poem: the beauty of first light in the dancing trees

poem: the beauty of first light
in the dancing trees

wiping sleep from my eyes,
seeing the first rays of sunlight
on the face of the trees,
I draw a sharp gasp

this mirage like appearance
shimmering on the hill
and its warmth of color
seduces the waking mind

enthralled by the sheer beauty,
this creation awes me,
the senses take flight
and the heart races

oh beauty, thou art grand,
the grace of thy form
and the dignity of thy expression
gazing here and now upon you

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
June 28, 2021

photos by Herb Stone
‘First Light in the Trees on the Hill’