The Butterfly and the Hail Storm

 

In the morning, while the sun knew

and I was time, she drifted to me.  Blue,

floating blue cascade shimmer, she came

to me with whispers of summer still.

Quieted by her dance, I stayed as she

settled upon me, smiled with her indigo

wings, round eyes and watched me

wonder her blue deep through me.

 

And then later, on the mountain, darkness

dropped, as it does with time, sky turning,

mirroring granite below. Rain pelted, soaked,

willed itself to hail. Morning forgotten,

I drew myself closed within the gray, startled

by bolts of lightning on nearby pines.  Hunched

down, arms around knees, head bowed, hurting.

I felt the wings on my back lose their flight.

 

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Focus

sunflower faces
search the fields all summer
red barn looks on

Weekly Photo Challenge: Carefree

carefree mornings
sandy days, low tide children,
shadows behind

The Hold of Time

On the balcony, overlooking the sea, inside of time,

they drank their tea.  Blessed by orange and gold,

the sun set slowly, holding every moment,

hand in hand, a dream set on repeat.

 

Yesterday came and went, and the ticket remained

on the shelf.  She folded up the sunset with the tea,

inside the hands, palm lines underneath time.

Today is forever remembering tomorrow.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: One Shot, Two Ways

Delicate Arch/stoned carved look through/two ways of seeing

Delicate Arch/stoned carved look through/two ways of seeing

Delicate Arch
stoned carved look through
two ways of seeing

silent

I am here

and you are

where

I am lost

in an ocean

of your

silence

reaching for a

lifeboat

of your words

but

wind speaks waves

that crash

over me

listening

cloud cover

only

beyond my sea

your island

of words

I

float

in

silence

 

Patterns (re-written)

 

lost

without

sea soul set

think hope peace float

one being love being one

peace feel hope fly

sun soul sky

within 

lost