Sweet Butterfly, with wings now dry 'tis time to break away
and light upon the leaves of dawn while weeping willows sway,
not reminisce 'bout chrysalis discarded yesterday,
but treasure life, with colors rife in nature's cabaret.

Sweet Butterfly, you sometimes sigh "terrene so strange and new”,
but take a chance, with winged expanse of fairy-like bijou,
to taste delight in random flight, to drift beyond the blue
and then collect her naked nectar, sipped in morning dew.

Sweet Butterfly, you question why the breeze is seldom soft
when swirling you, your wings askew, while floating free aloft.
Some seem to find their peace of mind believing gods have coughed,
but others, downed, have often found more freedom when they've scoffed.

Sweet Butterfly, you needn't cry, the fields are full of clover,
and meadowlands bare braided strands that winds in waves flow over -
but if you fear that, more than here, another mead is mauver,
just flutter by, beneath the sky, unfettered flitting rover.

Sweet Butterfly, farewell, goodbye, you've left this world behind.
I oft gaze back along the track of flowers that you've mined
recalling days of light sashays and movements unconfined
that complement the firmament where beauty lies enshrined.

A certain rosiness has returned
the Sea some sky blue
Hues borrowed from summer
long gone and forgotten
Memories coloured with light
bright with long promise
etched into the faces of winter
a reminder the Sun is coming.

to melt in the face of beauty
a Butterfly lands on a hand
just before the trigger finger pulls
and lets loose a bullet
the Butterfly alights on a breeze
and flies towards a flower

I pulled away from beauty
unworthy

And beauty gently smiled
seeing its own reflection

In the ethereal gloaming
Of glowing flowers and dusky haze,
A lone figure was roaming
Under the sweet moon’s pale rays;
A lullaby sang the breeze
With its melody the rustling trees,
That in the night looked not so sere
And without moon’s glow did disappear;
A lost lake lay along the way
Ringed by cedar and willows weeping,
A water-lily cupped a lone moon ray
Ripe for plucking and for drinking;
Stars spangled the infinite sky,
Which is where she flew –
Up and away, further than high.

Summer's warm currents retreat
the advancing brisk amber sunsets.

Submerging the world under
the reign of enduring starry nights.

The maples blush as Autumn whispers
the gentle lullaby of Winter's sweet breath.

Erasing Summer's memory with a crimson brush
preparing the golden landscape's long frigid rest.

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There is a forest old as hillsides
tall, majestic, dappled shades
fall on ground beneath the silent
gnarled defenders of the glade.

There they stand in ancient splendour
many souls have passed their way
often used as welcome shelter
from the heat of summers day.

Sweet the air they breathe in chorus
our life's breath their lungs provide,
soaking up our daily poison
so that we may live and thrive.

You seas of men intent to clear them
citing progress, peddling greed
tearing roots from precious mooring
laying waste to nature's seed.

**** the beauty of a landscape
displace creatures for your need
rupture fragile ecosystems
scar the earth and watch it bleed.

To you I ask a simple question,
as I see the land bereaved.
What need has man of all this progress
when he can no longer breathe?

Spreading dense night, dark robust forest,
growing relentless, virtually unstoppable;
it went on for some time after the sun surrendered
we were stranded in it's cloudy  thickets, thorny bushes.
Then came white butterflies, waves after waves after waves,
from the silver moon's abode  they descended so spectacularly.
          We were overwhelmed, by this sudden invasion of beauty,
that swayed my mind, made it fly high weightless like a feather,
couldn't even notice them eating up the fear of the forest altogether.

Shadows of the moon
Draw crests of night from noon
With whispers on the waves,
Our ship is leaving soon

Shadows on the sky
Wake light whose rifts will cry
From distant dreams we crave,
Our pasts have said goodbye

I've left the shores behind
Waged wars inside my mind
And now tonight I'll glide
Into the shadows of the moon

Shadows of the moon,
Dawn black on midnight's croon
With eyes set towards the sea
Our ship has sailed too soon...

Shadow breaks to wave
Wind's weight could crush the brave
Though squalls rip you and me,
This broken world we'll save

I've left the storm inside,
Old patterns I've defied,
And now my blade's refined
With the shadows of the moon

The leaves have fallen leaving dark lines
reaching skyward in praise of a new season..
These dark thin lines leave room for the passage
of light lifting the veiling of summer leaves..
We see more directly that the light beyond
penetrates and surrounds us here..
Our infinite essence breaks through..
is remembered...

When you have made your home in a flower
you will fully appreciate the term " Busy as a Bee "