NaPoWriMo2017 by Top Critiquers Poems

the sunrise spoke to me  
it uttered riddles
laced on spider webs
in dewy silence
 
the forests deep
with the wise sentient  
soldiers of old
that keep watch over me
 
in the oceans wide
balm to my soul
a cool jeweled place
 
I ache now
my soul talks to Mother Moon
please tell me  
the secrets of Father Sun
 
she smiles at me wryly  
hush child and open your mind
watch and observe
 
each thing in nature
a living being
all doing their part ...

I've been growing a tiny
cutting since last autumn;
She moved into a pot
from a windowsill glass
that was once a cup
before tasting her first
drops of summer rain.

By late spring she'll be ready
for moist soil; by summer
she will have survived
harsh winter elements;
by early autumn she'll
birth a new cutting.

She will grow to a mighty
flower from a little cup
not because I'm a gardener
or have a green thumb

But because I Loved her.
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