succulent kisses and peach juice....

Written By Chloë Rain
Succulent Peach Kisses and Juice Poem Chloe Rain

An Impromptu Peach Poem

by Chloë Rain

Today I am humbly reminded to look up,

Succulent Kisses and Peach Juice Poem

see the abundance of Nature,

Nourishment, and beauty all around me.

As I exited my front door and walked past the peach tree

As I do often times several times a day,

There a half eaten ripe peach lay at my feet.

I had scared some joyous squirrel from his afternoon feast

And as I raised my head to look at the tree I was amazed by the plentiful bounty of fruit on the branches.

I hadn't noticed every time I walked past that peach tree, to and from some place "important" that I should be,

Nature was blossoming, bearing fruit, and blessing me with her mighty abundance and sweet fruitfulness.

I am humbled. 

 

Ah, the sweetness.

I imagine succulent peach kisses,

and juicy dribbles running off my chin caught by the elbow of the sleeve of my favorite worn summer shirt. 

I raise my head and gaze into your eyes,

Licking my lips.

 
Wisdom of the Four Directions
Chloë Rain

Chloë Rain is a Spiritual guide whose work is deeply rooted in the initiatory cycles of nature, after more than a decade of of ceremonial practice within South and North American medicine lineages — and graduate research while living above the Arctic Circle exploring sacred landscape and Indigenous cosmology through a Master’s degree in Indigenous Studies — her work now continues from a small island in the Cyclades in the heart of the Aegean Sea.

Through her writing and work she hopes to inspire more people to listen to their soul’s calling, and cause them to look a little closer at themselves, at the natural environment that surrounds them, and at other people and our beliefs of separation, race, culture, and religion.

She offers one-to-one spiritual direction for those navigating profound change, life transitions, and soul realignment.


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