Mischievous Moon
The moon was in a mischievous mood
This morning before the twilight
Peeking through clouds it had tried to elude
In order to flaunt its golden light.
Full and round it followed me
Up and down the valley hills
Emerging from shadows tauntingly
Knowing how its beauty thrills.
Nestling in a poinciana tree
It appeared to do a dance
Among twisted limbs that seemed to be
Arms of the goddess known to entrance.
And did I detect a soft giggling sound
That came floating to my ear?
Such strange things are said to abound
When the full moon is near.
When time came for my walk to end
I was reluctant to depart
The company of my endearing friend
Who'd graced my day with a delightful start.
Molly Moore
Painting by the Florida Highwaymen
Take me home to where joy resides. I am most thankfuL
Here. My gifts bestowed by God are strewn like confettI
Around me! The salty breeze is like a warm blankeT
Nurturing my soul as silver stars are draped each NighT.
Kaleidoscopes of color reflected on each sea swelL
Shimmer and splash as a summer moon pulls the tidE.
Feathers of burrowing owls quietly grace my sighT
On my walks as a Royal Poinciana blooms regally near my patH.
Rivers flow like freedom to the sea and tall grass sways. I
Take a moment to watch my children play, and I soar IN
Highest praise to the Creator. He has given me an awakeninG
Enveloped in life, love and His glorious grace for all my dayS.
Written 6/22/20
for Thanks Acrostic Contest
Sponsor - Beata Agustin
golden shower bloom
aromatic, beautiful~
Indian native
ornate amaltas~
medicinally acclaimed
nature's gift to us
yellow amaltas
and crimson red goldmohur~
spring continuum
3.6.2020
Notes:
'Amaltas' is Indian name for golden shower bloom.
'goldmohur' is Indian name for royal poinciana.
Both of them bloom after spring in May and June in North India.
Oh Glorious Poinciana
Bright flames of the Poinciana
Reach out for the golden sun
The large leaves bend with their tiny fronds
To wave with the wind in fun.
The bulging lime green buds
Stand upright as if to say
Just look at me I’ll soon be open
I’m ready to be on my way.
Such flaming red ‘gainst the lush green palette
Inspires the artist’s brush
And warms the heart of those who see
God’s beauty despite life’s rush
It’s magnificent canopy of red
Gives shelter from the blazing sun
On the ground is a carpet so bright on green grass
Velvet touch to bare feet as you pass.
Each flor’ holds out it’s skirt wide
Showing an apron of white
With splashes of red, its such a delight
To see such a wonderful sight.
The birds sing their song top your branches
The bees do their work with the pollen
Then come the seeds as the pods hang low
Waiting for children to rattle them.
Oh Glorious Poinciana
You welcome with arms stretched wide
You dress the Jamaican hills and seaside
For our pleasure from mid July.
Winsome Miller-Rowe
July 2011
It's full of my childhood memories
And those adolescent years...
The Poinciana tree,
All my sorrows and all my fears.
It's the place to be
For long waiting hours,
Those winters with bare branches,
And springs of vermilion flowers...
My sunny, tropic land, I hear you calling me
From glade to glade from every fruited tree
Where birds feast piping delicious melodies
My sunny tropic land and Flanker's sunny leas
The sugarcanes have tasseled and bright now
The poinciana blooms, Solomon feeds his sow
Broady comes with fish stringed from his early
Hunt and forage of the sea, and you call for me
And Ducky too, perhaps, run o'er Dredge sands
The conch shell by the pink tongue in his hands
And Buffat kinder logs still with puffs of blue smoke
And me you call with burning eyes, and choke
My sunny, tropic land, I hear you calling me
Where the white waves crash as horses glee
Hot dumplings fried with codfish for early tea
I ride the reckless winds of reckless memory.
Before me now the open stretch, saddle dream
And let me ride, for Jamaica in her sunshine gleam
Away the stress of morning news, and new bills
Every day, I come, I come, O green green hills.
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