Bees, Birds and Butterflies
Heart is a neglected garden,
diseased by an epidemic of weeds.
Breathless, pining for your breaths -
breathe passion into me
so bees, birds and butterflies return.
Cultivate soul with tender hands,
propagate seeds sensually.
Fertilise fragility with soft kisses,
form a vision of Eden
so bees, birds and butterflies return.
Upon dawn's delight of delicate germination,
intimately indulge deep into sensitive roots.
In storms shelter in an evergreen embrace.
In drought replenish like sacred drops of mercy
so bees, birds and butterflies return.
In what has become a monochrome existence,
paint a masterpiece of magnolia meadows,
flowing with amber, clementine, crimson and lilac petals.
For this body is yours, do not let it linger in decay
so bees, birds and butterflies return.
Sunday simple musing
Silent One
5 April 2020
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