September 2021
Bio Note: I live in Wisconsin, where I write, draw and paint, and often photograph my natural surroundings. I've authored five poetry collections and two illustrated children's books. My newest collection, As If Labyrinth - Pandemic Inspired Poems, was released in April 2021 from Kelsay Books. I'm a teacher, nature enthusiast, and poetry editor of an online literary magazine.
Recall the Milkweed
—a villanelle
Where timothy lifts and trifolium spills—
the grasslands ripple as dragonflies dart.
Recall the milkweed, where the monarch thrills.
Here, solace grows near the moss laden rills—
harmony flows, extends light, allays dark,
where timothy lifts and trifolium spills.
The hermit thrush sings its silver bell trills—
the field exalts where the meadow meets lark.
Recall the milkweed, where the monarch thrills.
Smooth asters cluster in ray floret frills—
lushness radiates like Claude Monet’s art,
where timothy lifts and trifolium spills.
The pastures enrapture as do the hills—
like balm, Mother Nature soothes weary hearts.
Recall the milkweed, where the monarch thrills.
Our planet’s fraught with humanity’s ills—
still, health will return when we do our part,
where timothy lifts and trifolium spills.
Recall the milkweed, where the monarch thrills.
The Divinity of Our Inner Keep
—a villanelle
The way unfolds before the drape of sleep.
Its hidden might is pure as morning dew.
The breath of life evokes her sacred keep.
She joins the calling of her inner deep.
A hallowed glow ascends in subtle hue.
The way unfolds before the drape of sleep.
The pneuma flows amid the global sweep.
The air we breathe connects the me in you.
The breath of life evokes her sacred keep.
A beacon travels on the path she seeks.
Her lens inhabits an enlightened view.
The way unfolds before the drape of sleep.
Radiance orbits as if airborne fleet.
Emergent wings bestow a healing crew.
The breath of life evokes her sacred keep.
She sends her unseen light to those who weep.
The spirit calls to shape the world anew.
The way unfolds before the drape of sleep.
The breath of life evokes her sacred keep.
©2021 Jeannie E. Roberts
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