one of a few, mutterances;

you're "killing me!"

every poem of yours delights, enchants,
you are blossoming
and i ear and eat your poem petals,
your white rose petals,
so tritely perfect,
to the hard word floor,
freshly enlivening,
freshly dying,
and hope
my, my mind stays quiet.
though my
breathing pounds,
an overboard sailor,
washed ashore
by the surf in a
Baltic Sea storm


i read you,
and I am there,
i read you,
and then i'm gone,

taken,
i'm taken,
i'm taken away
but my body yet lies,
a fallen victim to the power,
your word~ly empowering,

to imagine

I fold the silence into paper,
address it to your absence,
and let the ink wander
where my voice could not.

Every word is a bridge half‑
built across distance,
collapsing into the river
before you ever arrive.





.

Slowly slips the light of day
Across the rim of ridge, at play.

Golden in its cadenced glow
Deep ochre 'neath the bridge, below.

A fillagree of forfeiture when misting intervenes
Alas, the frolic interplay deploys her in the in-betweens.

Shadows cut by sunlight in a deftly hewn montage
Where the heft becomes the hewn and the hewn the **** fromage?

Interspersed, a flicker in the foliage on the mound
As to toy with the gestation of illumination's sound.....

A devastating show on the rim of ridge at play,
With the sinking of the sunlight in the orchestra of day.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ

I have loved and enjoyed butterflies since I was a little girl.
The Monarch is my favorite
Today, after a COVID vaccine, she followed me home.
Loved the company since there's too much toxicity surrounding me
Many others as well
If the squirrel greeted me, and he knew his treat would come another day
Unsalted nuts in shells
Jif comes down his tree and makes eye contact with me
We don't want to lose Nature's wonders
A Monarch followed me home a greeting from Heaven