This is the latest of the poetry I have written. I am getting ready to display several poems and perform in a poetry reading this weekend.

Sacred Rush

By JE Lillie

Haibun Poetry

Spring begins

Tulip’s blood sprout

Breathes the moment.

I awake and the scent of the new morning hangs but briefly in the air. In the refreshed dark I stretch and say good bye to my waking dreams that meant more with my eyes closed.  They seemed so important but are quickly fading with the sound of perking coffee. That sound more than desire beckons me forth into the scarlet dawn.

Summer heats

The garden’s cool soil.

Red rose drinks.

“Just one more cup.” I say stroking my dripping god. He dispenses renewed hope one cup at a time and I wonder if I haven’t missed something. The phone rings. I cringe and know I love it still.

“It’s for you.” Says the secretary.

 I always knew it was.

Fulfillment comes in “Hello” as I release the crimson hold button. I feel guilty about that somehow.

Fall winds make

Carmine leaves drop like tears.

Rake and hide.

I go down “to nap”, but I just lay in the silence and love that place where nothing happens for once.

 I think, “Was I made for this or something more?”

The sign over my bureau says , “Take time for the quiet moments because God whispers and the world is loud.”

But the sign is red so I don’t take it seriously.

Snow freezes.

Ruby lights shine in windows.

Quiet blankets.

 The night has returned. My meetings are over.  I am to bed. Facebook is still going strong and the world never sleeps, but my phone is nearly dead.  I plug it in and check the alarm. The seasons of the day are done and I am cold at heart. Spent from the sacred rush I wonder when I will believe the Words in red and embrace a different Spring.