Kundalini Splendor

Two of my favorite poets, both as yet essentially unpublished, live in Boulder. Here is another poem from Elizabeth Reninger, who, as always, captures the exquisite beauty of nature in her net of shimmering words. Ivan Granger, the other, wrote the poem which appeared recently on this site, as well as others from previous entries. He also is expert in the use of the short, pointed stanza. Each gives us sensuous joy as well as much to contemplate.


Dawn

at this time
when the light is not yet
useful, merely
beautiful

when a bright
honey pours
nectar over a curved
horizon, into a nameless

chalice, and your vision
wakes also, as if
to meet it, touching
everything

when for an endless
moment all
colors are
this

color a shimmering
fabric an infinite
wisdom this

body
of pure love, so suddenly

your own. . .

copyright, Elizabeth Reninger