The light is more present than it use to be.
Spiderweb hopes hang heavy with dew tears -
Resilient against the odds!
The frost finger fears: a threat still lurking
...in the darkness...
Tiny trust shoots tentatively test their way forth
Inhaling the air deeply; drinking it in:
Both crisp, cold and biting
...but...
full of the butterfly kisses of the sun's rays.
The dancing of crane fly hopes
Can they really take off?
Standing at the edge of the river
The scaffolding of new enterprise lay ready.
I watch the ebb and flow echo in my soul,
Finally a rhythm that I can understand.
It might be alright.
If I should find a Butterfly,
Neath the Willow tree,
I’d recall how she’d been an ugly bug,
But now a wondrous, sight to see.
If I could talk to a Dragonfly,
Hovering by the water spring,
We’d talk of flight so graceful,
and life, on gossamer wing.
If I look upon the Crane fly,
Attracted by the light,
His giant wings are flapping,
In a transient, short-lived fight.
If I might walk with a Firefly,
In the twilight time of day,
This tiny insect with belly aglow,
Will help, to light my way.
If I sat down with the Mayfly,
As she skims the river flow,
Applaud her airborne gymnastics,
While life all around, moves slow.
If I should see the Damselfly,
Resting on a leaf by a pond,
I’d remark at his long red body,
At one, with nature and their bond
In the beauty of the forest, down floats a feather, a feeling of release, no wrists bound and tethered.
In the calm of my forest, I step into the lake, beginning to ebb the pain, because now
im awake.
standing in the shallows, with the feather in my hand, as water tendrils brush my
ankles, watching sky and land.
above treetops far away, I see a lone crane fly, his feather a sign of healed pain, and I let out a sigh.