The Vibrant Channeled Creator

This AM I heard Frost’s poem below on the Poetry Almanac. The last stanza reminded me that I am responsible for the protection of God’s creatures as they spring back into the concert that is SPRING!

A Prayer in Spring

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved…

The Crooked Forest in Poland

I heard Ogden Nash’s poem this morning on the Poetry Almanac Podcast, and was inspired to write this:

In-ko’-it

“inchoate” sounds like “cohabit”
“cohabit” sounds like “intuit”
“intuit”: you knew it
“cohabit”: you lived it
“inchoate”: you birthed it:
incipient, inchoate beginnings.

and still another:

Roots split.
Stems fit.

I know it.
I feel it.
Intuit.

I see it:
Beginnings
Inchoate.

Inchoate Series
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Jeanne Poland