Two Poems by Myrtle Thomas

 

Photo by Sudipta Modal 

The Wings of Birds and Butterflies

in summer my eyes are filled

with flowers and white clouds

animal shapes swimming in a sea of blue

scents of summer flowers and green grass.

the nights of silver stars and golden moonlight

fire flies sing until twilight and the owl hoots

such a calming effect in sync with the whippoorwill

time seems to stand still and I find such joy.

I see the billowing of clean sheets hanging to dry

the scent of laundry detergent tickles my soul

time has allowed me so much to be thankful for

while I sit under the sprawling maple tree and rest.

the world revolts and revolves around me in my serenity

maybe too much anxiety to find rest from their minds

maybe too blind to the summer sun and moonlight

there might be some searching for luxury, too busy to notice.

I shake my ice tea glass and the ice has begun to melt

my eyes catch the butterflies sitting on my roses, their wings

seem to be happily breathing and winking at the hummingbirds

so quiet my world seems in the chorus of birds and bees.

The Hush of the Stars

there is quietness found under a sea of stars and darkness

             only the woodland sounds sing to me and cover me in a cloud

                                                      it's here that I long to rest my heart and head

                                                             hiding myself away from the crowds of society

                                                                                                      I'm sitting like royalty.

summer nights seem to be getting shorter and sunset nearer than before

                  at first I can count the stars and divide them into different groups

                                                        selecting the silver from golden stars and brightness

                                                               and I can hold the moonlight in my hand perfectly

                                                                                                       in this kingdom.

I reside within my heart and head and hold the joy of gladness deep inside

                 solitude and silence can be medicine to the soul and church to some

                                                             I sit on a church pew of mossy green softness

                                                                         the clear creek is musical if you believe.

soon the temple of heaven will paint my church in colorful pastels and leaves

                                       finding the joy of the universe that we all should cherish

                                                   the mingling of sun and cool nights is now evident

as the colorful leaves

                        mystify me in their

                                                      falling

                                                            spinning

                                                                   flying.

                                                                       

© Myrtle Thomas

Myrtle Thomas lives in the USA, residing in rural Southeast Indiana. She is retired from a large manufacturing company which gives her time to write. Myrtle has been published in a large variety of poetry journals and has self published her own poetry books.