Golden ribbons stretch as far as the eye can see,
A boundless sea under the sun's gentle light,
Where every stalk of amber wheat sways free,
Unfolding a vision so breathtakingly bright.
The wind comes whispering low from the west,
Tracing soft ripples across the warm, heavy grain,
Turning the quiet soil into a restless crest,
Rolling like oceans over the open plain.
Each gust carves tides through the deep golden hue,
A shimmering swell of honey, brass, and straw,
Rising and falling like waves in the blue,
Holding the heart in a silent, reverent awe.
Above the calm surge, the warm air comes alive,
As jewel-toned dragonflies shimmer and gleam,
While tiny gold midges weave through the hive,
And lacewings float past like a summer day's dream.
High in the canvas of an immaculate sky,
A crisp wedge of swans cuts through the soft white,
In perfect formation, soaring gracefully high,
Shadows drifting over the field in their flight.
Picture-perfect and still, yet endlessly in motion,
The earth paints a masterpiece under the sun—
Where the dry prairie wheat turns into an ocean,
And heaven and harvest are woven as one.
a practiced smile on her face
a mother’s oenomel breath puffs wind under gossamer wings
reminiscent of the translucent wings of green lacewings—
mistaken for a pest, but beneficial—
to strike out and explore a thorny world
resisting the siren call of spring’s scent
turning their heads with songs of love
emerging personalities
unravel the cocoon spun in love
as naiveté fragmentises into bluster
a mother unobtrusively dries tears
desiring a moral code of empathy towards all
the sweet fragrance of pride
a tantalising selection between
intrinsic values and
natural curiosity—
concomitant heartbeat tempos to dog-eared sheet music of ambition
culminating in Life’s crescendo
natural selection, be damned
as recalcitrant offspring echoes eons of mitochondrial resilience
Tropical Impressionist ascenders,
colorist defenders were everywhere,
Multicolored Malay Lacewings ... there,
added ambiance to the fanfare years,
the species are restricted to forest
reserves due to its flowering host plant,
Adenia's, in the regions, cate's length,
colors change, sociable, pupae process,
soon a new adult emerges and mates,
confirming progressions of the species.
Unique to Asian Isles in the Southeast,
black, white, yellow, red, bluish saturates.
Monet at a distance would have caught flight,
colorful butterflies, shadow's midst light.
Little children love their sweet wishes and pecks
when tucked into bed for their nighthly dreams
Light winged butterflies in myriad colours
flutter in flapping open their dreamscapes
They glide in tranquilly in exotic rays
of painted glasswings and swallowtails
Pearl eyed paper kites flitter to the zones of kids
carrying their motley desires to the hearts of gods
Bouquets of joy they bring to the rested hearts
confining their sweetness in honeyed chambers
Their mesmeric beauty is unknown to their own souls
but for admiring eyes spread out their canopy of lacewings
(May 15, 2016)
June 2, 2016
For Eve Roper
Second Chance May
* It is believed that dreams are brought to us in sleep by butterflies.
I’m just
Lying here thinking
Butterfly thoughts,
Cradling beauty in my arms,
Hummingbirds and
Lady lacewings
Aflutter lovely in my mind
I’m just lying
Here, form-fitted
To my mattress, goose-down
Feathers at my head,
Crying in
For the joy of it
Sparkling snowflake tears
Drift softly
d
o
w
n
melt into petals of clear-pond
water lilies
afloat
on the shiny surface of my
newly glistening soul
Here is the peaceful place –
Here the endless room of rainbows
I am home,
Welcome home,
I
Am
Home!
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