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A south wind carries magnolia petals
and butterfly wings, wafting through thoughts at dawn. 
I share sweet expectations, peace 
in mellow morning dew, holding fast to the hush like a treasure 
of rediscovery in bright monarchs from 
Mexico that flit all around, landing only to beautify my views. 
A new day’s light, one of harmony, asks 
to dance with this longing wanderer. I am reminded to calm 
the clamor in my mind during these times if only 
to sway with west marshes and willows in midday as I collect 
memorable moments meandering on 
my majestic path pebbled with scattered seeds of many travelers 
who have sought their own illumination. Each one 
calls to me from just ahead in spirited vespers, and I follow 
with lightest steps in a vibrant season 
preserved in verdant greens and cool blues. If summer is 
warmth of a lazy river, then I will float 
ever peacefully downstream on crystal waters that selflessly trace 
the sparkling course in front of me. A wide ocean 
will swell in my sight to meet the valiance of tomorrow’s rosy horizon. 
A sunrise created before me will bring brilliant 
yet familiar light, a glistening of generous gems across tropical waves 
flowing to lands beyond my mind’s eye and into eternity. 
The winding courses I trod will always be shared with whispering wings
of butterflies on the breeze. Whether the wind blows 
with or against me, I will orbit slowly in the bold glory of sunlight. 
Apollo, in his fiery chariot, shines down on my path. 
If my travels be smooth, I will bless my steps, the lush grass to rest 
upon, and helpful hands along the way. 
If my travels be harsh with sinking feet in marsh, I will bless the life 
around me, the orchids hanging with the moss 
from branches, and the love awaiting as soft dusk turns to darkness. 
These are the joyous rambles of a wandering mind 
as I fly to distant dreams in ancient worlds. Some of which I fantasize, 
I may or may not find, but glorious are visions 
on my journey to every someplace I imagine as I sing golden songs with 
the breath of ancestors on wings. The warmth of 
their hearth waits to welcome me, and I welcome tranquil winds 
of an unknown world.  



Written 7/6/20
Contest - Butterflies and Marshes Mellow
Sponsor - Kai Michael Neumann
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