Notes About The Poem
I relay this poem to the reader in first person to aid
relation between myself/my world as an allegorical
understanding of a substrata of insect specie
I love in my home State of Minnesota, on the Northern
Border of the USA currently endangered with
warnings of extinction by 2050 due to habitat
destruction of numerous ills...in particular,
I only encounter Fireflies currently in the pure air
rolling off Lake Superior in the 1/2 mile
Northern Rainforest Zone, a wild land filled
with singular magical flora and fauna found
nowhere else in the World I often write about.
Noah's On the Far Side
Past the haze of campfires glow,
Along the rocky shore, where
Fireflies dance & laughter rolls,
The Raven waits for me.
Butterflies and Bumblebees,
Blind to futures past, await the
Day the harvest brings, the songs
Of journeys last.
Until that time, the calm I seek,
Must scurry to and fro,
The devil hems and haws with me,
But goodness only grows.
I look around, the change I see,
Lays scattered in the wind,
The final breeze I yearn to feel,
Lies buried in the end.
October, '18
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