Picture by Elisabeth Blanchet

The evening by the
Lake and you are here again
With me, by my side.

You took my hand, told me verses,
These moments will never die.

Great spoken word video:

”With swords raised in battle. A glimpse of self reflected in the blade.”

I’m scattered here in a million pieces, maybe, but I’ve lost count.

This rock has shred me. Held my emotions when I could no longer bare them.

This rock has forced me to face the ”flight mode” of fear and change my relationship to it. A mode of flight on a rock and in life also, this slab has balanced that.

This rocks formation has spoken of life’s balances. Life’s reflective nature and the beauty found in chaos.

I’m shattered among many slabs and countless hours of working to let go and to hold on. No longer relying on another to salvage me, but rather to rely on myself.

With swords raised in battle, a glimpse of self reflected in the blade, and had shown the enemy I had become to myself. Salvation was near and Revelation…

The time of year when we have Spring one day,

 Winter the next.

We are all caught in the middle.

Speak
to me
in the
cool tongue
of a clear
mountain
stream.

Absorbing
the morning sun
through every pore —
a solar flare of
daffodils dances
in an open field.

Inch by inch
worms measure
the earth’s waist.

Deep in thought
uprooting memories
& transplanting poetrees.

Poultry DJs
mixing up the dirt
chicken scratch.

Green straws
syphoning
the morning dew —
photosynthetic
pipettes plumbing
the soils’ depths —
grassroots effort.

Down on all fours
in a field of clover
luck is beneath me.

Clothing mountains
in motley garments —
wildflower fashion
statement.

Nested
in the grass —
upturned
canary-colored
petals —
begging
like newborn
beaks
for sunlight.

Remember, she said this when she was melting. (Orange Julia)

She was too selfish,

to care about anything beyond herself (Orange Julia, Blue Morpho, Cydno Longwing)

and so she melted. (Side-Striped Hairstreak)

Poor wicked witch.

She could never find joy in a butterfly. (Monarch, Longwing)

Joy finds those, (Postman)

who care about nature, (Gulf Fritillary)

and all her creatures. (Cattleheart)

May our beautiful butterfly world bring joy to you~ (Starry Night Cracker)

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The Warm Blush of Light

Kisses my forehead,

Sings in my Spirit

Winters clouds part ways

Lake maidens sparkling dream pools

Split open our souls