I move, swim, grow ‘neath fiery flames of unrelenting sun,
day after day pulsing hours full of heat,
stripping cloaks in ruthless illumination,
gathering seeds for soil awaiting,
entreating rain’s fertile falling insemination.
Oh but, sway.
Sway play me under a rhythm beguiled in shadow’s hum,
a haunting melody beyond the light
and into flow of night under leaves waiting,
waiting
for the gentlest sight, a sighing coolness gracing,
feast for scorched earth.
In those fleeting hours sweetest silver reflections steep
drops of drenching drink for flame-flayed layer after layer
and the glaring edges soften, shaped by night’s inception.
Take me there to those luminescent ministrations,
oasis of the light
where the blind recover sight lost in seeing,
seeing,
seeing without night.
J. Ruth Kelly 
what an amazing image.
The words just add ti it.
Great job
full, the moon. and flow the soul. no job intended just a response to the layers of life and all that makes me whole. thanks for dropping in…
beautiful images.
what lovely poem!
thanks ji…
That’show the moon looked, here, last night JRuth. It never ceases to amaze me, wondering how many people are looking at the moon at the very same moment I am. Beautiful poem and full of how it was , here, day after day. I imagined this to be one of my trees in my back yard talking.
i love that you took this as treespeak… wonderful…
This is utterly breathtaking. I’ve felt it quivering and shaking in me.
aye…quiver and shake us all, this living, giving universe of love… 🙂