All Poems, Animals/Insects, Emotions, Farewell, Loss, Natural Beauty, Plants, Pleasure, Seasons

Summer Solstice Arrives

Summer solstice arrives.

Soaring into the heart of June.

Longest day of the year.

For butterflies, bees, chipmunks.

For me.

Lover of natural illumination.

Walks at dawn and dusk.

With a Tilley hemp hat upon my head.

Tipping it to the sun.

As we tilt closer.

Like I would a glass of champagne.

Celebrating natural milestones.

Red and pink beebalm blooms.

Lips wide, enticing winged creatures.

Bright orange butterfly weed.

Beckoning monarchs, swallowtails.

Linden blooms carpeting lawns.

For queens and princesses to tread.

Mulberries hanging heavy on branches.

Staining streets as they fall.

Congregations of day lilies praying.

Tiny green lemons bursting to life.

Frogs bellowing mating calls.

Does gazing upwards quizzically.

Baby geese growing as large as parents.

Ready to take wing.

Each scene, a piece of the jigsaw.

Filling in the frame of bright June days.

Do plants and animals tire of so much light?

Are they hungrier, thirstier?

Or are they greedy like me?

Wanting to seize sunbeams?

Already sad to bid the solstice farewell.

Bit by bit what’s sunlit will fade.

As earth slips away from sun.

Shorter days bringing nighttime shade.

 

Lynn Benjamin

June 22, 2024

All Poems, Environment/Mother Earth, For Children, Natural Beauty, Pleasure, Spring Lake 2024, Trips and Places

Dunes in Spring Lake

How many people stop to look at dunes?

Before crossing the boardwalk to the beach in Spring Lake?

It’s tempting to run past.

Set feet on sand.

Cool off in steady surf.

But, if you pause, the fragrance of untamed roses intoxicates.

Elegant blooming sweet peas stretch.

Into hillsides of pink poetry.

Blowing this way, that.

Attracting queen bumble bees.

Hosta lilies sway in unexpected pockets.

How did they find their way there?

Errant seeds settling in a tangled meadow?

Lush grasses, knotweed, tall curled red dock buffeting about.

All adding perspective, depth, dimension.

Sharp contrast to manicured gardens around houses.

Cared for by professionals for landscaping perfection.

No, here on dunes, it’s natural.

Plants growing untamed, wild.

A sight to soften senses.

Meet Mother Nature’s child.

 

Lynn Benjamin

June 18, 2024

 

All Poems, For Children, Natural Beauty, Spring Lake 2024, Stories, Trees, Trips and Places

Lindens in Spring Lake

Once you smell a flowering linden tree, you always know it.

It becomes part of your repertoire of aromas.

Like lilacs or roses.

But, I only came to meet lindens later in life.

After moving to Elkins Park.

Known for the tall, shade trees.

Blossoming yellow in June.

Diffusing scents of citrus, honey.

Like a thurible spreading incense in a cathedral.

Swinging sweetness, perfume.

So, I was enchanted on Passaic Avenue in Spring Lake.

Between the town and the fire station.

When the now familiar floral flurry filled my nostrils.

Seven lindens in full bloom.

Boughs weighed down with bouquets and bees.

Redolent with pleasing fragrance.

Sanctifying passage.

I, paying tribute to florescence.

Its aromatic language.

Lynn Benjamin

June 17, 2024

All Poems, Birthdays, Natural Beauty, Pleasure, Seasons

What Month?

What month were you born in?

Do you feel a special kinship to it?

Like I do after almost seventy-five years?

To the month of June?

What seduced me?

To emerge mid-June?

For I was due the end of May.

What is it about this month?

Granting the longest days?

Shortest nights?

I rejoice in tossing away sleep for daylight.

Running outside in tees and shorts.

Letting sunshine warm face, arms.

Breezes animate, enliven.

Each sense be aroused.

Smells of roses, magnolias, linden blooms.

Tastes of thyme, dill, basil.

Moving to melodies of wrens, robins.

Wandering in rhythm with feet.

Knowing the day lingers.

No cramming, no pressure.

Pace relaxed, not hurried.

Each breath in, a wave of ecstasy.

Filling heart, soul.

Titillating feet, hands.

Like tide pools on the beach.

Warm, balmy.

Each breath out, a wish for more.

A need.

Supplication to return.

Flood the spirit with joy.

The body with sensuous delights.

For June, the perfect combination.

Sounds, sights, caress.

If only she would stay with us,

I’d never seek egress.

Lynn Benjamin

June 11, 2024

All Poems, Food, Natural Beauty, Seasons, Stories

Opening Day

It was opening day.

At the Horsham Farmer’s Market.

So we decided to try it.

Thinking there’d be lots of stalls with vegetables.

But, finding only three.

With limited produce.

Instead, kiosks of every other sort.

Bagels, cookies, cakes.

Dumplings, waffles, empanadas.

Even several stands with wares for dogs.

Not to mention jewelry, aprons, tees.

The Sunday market, not pleasing us.

Seekers of mushrooms, herbs, novel tastes.

But the stroll in Kohler Park made up for it.

Paths through forests, past geese, wildflowers.

Bridges over creeks.

A maze for meanderers.

Quiet, peaceful.

Mostly solitary in coolest shade.

Alone to breathe in scents of June.

Allow thoughts to wander, not get lost.

Within a green, springtime cocoon.

 

Lynn Benjamin

June 11, 2024

All Poems, Friendship, Growth, Natural Beauty, Plants, Spirituality, Thank-You

Gratitude for the Peace Lily

I owe gratitude to the friends who sent the peace lily.

To comfort us after Ethel passed.

For it continues to soothe daily.

Beckoning tranquility, solace.

Wrapping us in green harmony.

No matter the season.

Amazing us with unfurling finery.

Goddesses, swathed in silk scarves.

Grasping erect candles to light the night.

Catching sun’s rays by day.

Dancing, twirling, curtsying in place.

Five mesmerizing deities.

Tall, supple, lithe.

Offering serenity in silence.

What a wondrous marvel!

What more could we want?

When, from leafy foliage, two hidden figures emerge.

Tiptoeing out to join their sisters.

Spirits in ivory garb.

Delivering yet more calm.

Pirouetting in place.

In the kitchen, by darkening window.

Seven beauties hide among  bushes,

soothing away distress.

Settling wild waves, torrents,

in a mystical process.

 

Lynn Benjamin

June 6, 2024

 

All Poems, Animals/Insects, Creation, For Children, Humor, Natural Beauty, Stories

The Doe

The doe surprised me.

Holding her own on the forest floor.

Munching plants, then peering up at me.

As if to ask what I was doing there.

Upon the deck above.

Laying out flatware, glasses.

Readying a table for two.

An hour before the sun due to set.

After all, she had more claim to the space than I.

A newcomer, of only four years.

What did I have to offer?

Certainly, not shade in sweltering heat.

Like empress and linden trees.

Not aromas to match honeysuckle blooms.

Wasn’t I a disturbance to the robin’s nest?

In the leafy brush atop the fence?

I think the doe’s points, good.

Though one thing she did not know.

I, with camera, pen in hand,

could record the lush tableau.

 

Lynn Benjamin

June 4, 2024

All Poems, Animals/Insects, For Children, Natural Beauty, Pleasure, Seasons, Stories

May is Full of Stories

May is full of stories.

Unfolding faster than you can keep up.

Just when one ends, another reveals itself.

Grabbing your attention.

Goslings getting plump, growing gray feathers.

Soon to fly away.

Frogs, silent only days ago, now bellowing for mates.

Cardinals, robins, sparrows cavorting among trees.

Singing to the wind and each other.

A red fox darting about.

Crisscrossing driveways, hiding behind houses.

Chipmunks, squirrels, bunnies playing tag.

Underneath bushes, in gardens.

Breezes swirling with perfumes.

Mixing, mingling.

Magnolias and roses, lavender and rosemary.

Clumps of yellow daylilies.

Hydrangeas carrying bouquets.

Peonies, wisteria, wild roses, comfrey.

The earth sings and dances just for us.

Bursts out in hues and smells.

Enchants, enthralls, no need for words.

Absorbs us in its spells.

 

Lynn Benjamin

May 29, 2024

Aging, All Poems, Animals/Insects, Change, Natural Beauty, Seasons, Time, Trees

I Shake my Head

I shake my head at my youthful self.

Longing to stay in bed till nine.

Despite sunshine poking through panes.

For now, when I see first gleams of light, I sit straight up.

Wanting to catch them.

Jump forward, follow them.

Close the door behind me.

Bask in sights, smells.

Linden leaves, roses.

Lilacs, honeysuckles.

Rhythms of the season.

Caws, cheeps, trills.

Honks, hammers, vibratos.

Early rising birds.

Claiming soil, sky.

I want to hear morning symphonies.

Inhale perfumed lands.

Before the rush of traffic.

Humming engines, shrieking brakes.

Students parking cars.

Rushing toward classes.

Before the goose family arises.

Hatchlings in a comfy ball.

Fuzz greying into feathers.

Before the day swings underway.

Wakes up, stretches, yawns.

How much time have I left to find?

How many unspent dawns?

 

Lynn Benjamin

May 25, 2024

All Poems, Creation, Growth, Humor, Natural Beauty, Pleasure, Seasons

Season for Pollen

May is the season for pollen.

But, have you ever seen it billow by?

Yellow mist emanating from pine trees?

On gentle spring breezes?

Some finding targets.

Inside female hidden parts.

To fertilize, make seeds.

The rest gilding lawns, streets.

Chairs, tables.

Doors, windows.

Wafting into unsuspecting eyes, noses.

Showers of golden powder.

Leaving telltale patinas everywhere.

But, given the sheer quantity,

some will find a mate.

Shimmy into seductive cones.

Surely propagate.

Standing inside the cloudburst,

bathing in the dust,

arouses amorous excitement

with each puffy gust.

 

Lynn Benjamin

May 22, 2024