Showing posts with label gardener. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gardener. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Garden's Delight (new poem)


Garden's Delight (Poem)
by Tim Kavi

The beauty of flowers
illuminate dusty corridors
of garden paths in my mind
their living love shines

wavelike webs hang on
forested branches of green
protecting the lovely living
things that move across forest floors

into lanes of memories
clearly defined and refined
by history's marching dialectic
across all time

on the porch, she looks
like Gaia, a grandmother sees
the sprouting earthy designs
she resigns to peace, for a grandma's love

is the garden's delight.

afterword: on the first day of Spring a poem about gardens and the gardeners of Nature in the ever tending wisdom of the ancient goddess and elder wisdom.~TK 

Saturday, April 14, 2012

your beauty (new poem)


your beauty
by Tim Kavi

I saw you at the museum
in the ruins of Athens
at the park the other day
and I saw you in the flowers just opened

all around
I saw your beauty
it is like the dancing goddess of spring
that brings life

and like the harvest
reaping in Autumn
you know
what tomorrow your love will bring

all is new
renewed and covered in your Earth
again

great is your faithfulness
great is your love
my words are just markings of love
where I am a tool in your hands

tending to wherever your love grows
born things
are everywhere

stretched across the membranes of time
ready to burst
the underlying true Universe
is foreshadowed
and longs to be born

waiting for your spoken words of love
and everywhere uttering your Name
there is only the appearing
of all that is You
in love
in resurrection
in beauty.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Breath is Coming (New Poem)



Breath is Coming.
by Tim Kavi

breath
the pneuma
to dead Earth
is coming
like the approaching
horsemen
across the meadow
of winter

riding swiftly
not destroying
but giving life
the first breath
of spring
arrives

after the winter
she brings hope
and promise
of a love
that is
new life

tending to me
like a gardener
of love

her lips are red
her smile wide
and white
her eyes
reflect
the graceful
movements
of her certain
riding

and in her arms
I grow like a plant
with arms
outstretched
to the sun

of her
arriving.