My Pecan Tree Poetry Blog

On a beautiful morning

The veils are lifted

The rising sun glares

Through the trees

The crispness of the fall felt in the air

Commanding our attention

As the mist rises from the water

It creates its presence

Void of  waves

Only peaceful waters and the mist

Sending a message

To the on-going flow of man

And in our man, woman, and child existence

A backdrop is created for our future

There is a gentle, sunlit  rising to our approach to life

For the mist will rise of its own accord

And will evaporate as if it never existed

The sun will shine through its haze

Following a natural pattern of mornings, mist, and futures.

Celestine McMullen Allen

Sense the pulse and full splendor of womanhood
Anointed of grace
Sometimes wearing entrapment like adornments
Hearts full of special places
Awaiting to be filled, refilled, refined, re-defined
Aligning with the woman within
Draped in the pureness of love
Draped like universal deities on our seemingly frail, yet strong bodies

Inherent to our spirit, we birth songs of pain
Strengths of nations yoke us
For we are the vessel of man
Never marred

Natures’ marvels, embedded in our souls
Gentle and sometimes torrent
A bird’s chirp
A spring rain
The crackling bolt of lightening
The roar of thunder
Knowing that in seasons, torrents will subside
Knowing that in seasons, peace in womanhood
will reign forever as treasured adornments.

Celestine McMullen Allen
Copyright 2010