like this day
like no other day
before, since or after today,
it dawned anew, fresh, pure, clean
as if the first to have been.
Yesterday is gone, the future does not exist.
So place your mind firmly on this present moment.
This point in time, it’s all we will ever have.
A Singular Moment of Spring
gently lift slightly
by a cool wind
that began across the lake
kicking up tiny, white, capped ripples
and carrying the fragrance of Confederate Jasmine
that mingled with the smell of wet beaches,
and freshly washed laundry just hung on the clothesline.
A singular moment of spring caught upon a sunlit breeze.
Join our host Victoria as she illustrates the art of the Etheree for us for Meeting the Bar at dVerse Poets.
Posted by Bodhirose on May 19, 2016
hoe the weeds,
prepare the soil
for planting a tree.
You must dig deep and make
a gently rounded, high berm
to hold in the moisture that will
provide sustenance for its growing.
A tabebuia’s in the garden now.
Caring for it daily while giving love,
you’ll be amazingly rewarded
by its hardiness and beauty.
A bit of fertilizer
now and then, will keep it
strong and blossoming.
bloom en masse
My first attempt at an etheree. These lovely Tabebuia (Tab-a-boo-ya) trees bloom in the spring here in Central Florida. They are especially spectacular when blooming by the water’s edge– their brilliant yellow being reflected in the water. Also known as the Yellow Trumpet Tree for their trumpet shaped flowers. They also come in pink (Pink Trumpet Tree).
My entry for dVerse FormForAll–Etherees, Shape and Concrete Poems: http://dversepoets.com/2011/10/20/formforall-%E2%80%93-etherees-shape-concrete-poems/
Posted by Bodhirose on January 4, 2011