Thursday, August 11, 2016

Divine Time--By Mary Ricketson--United States

Divine Time                                    

A waning moon wiles behind the treetops
down toward Rose Creek, settling time                                                
before the world wakes up.

Days grow short, air crisps, winter looms.
Tall Queen Anne’s lace and purple ironweed
grace the field in this darkness.

Here in my divine time,
floundering for a thread of peace
to hold all day long,
I wonder and wait.

What will daylight expose?
Seeds of fortune fall by chance.
What will move into all the spaces
left by falling leaves
and the one who walked away?

Mary Ricketson is inspired by nature.  Her poetry is published in Wild Good Poetry Review, Future Cycle Press, Journal of Kentucky Studies, Lights in the Mountains, Echoes Across the Blue Ridge, and her books, I Hear the River Call My Name and Hanging Dog Creek.  She is a member of North Carolina Writers Network.


  1. Mary,
    A wonderful poem. Queen Anne's Lace is one of my favorite flowers. Welcome to Whispers if you are new, a warm welcome fro me even if you are not.
    Your new friend,
    David Fox

  2. Mary, good to see you here. In South Carolina the ironweed is red! wonderful poem!

  3. A very nice, reflective poem, Mary. I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (