monarch mosaic

the beauty of monarchs
their magic wondrous.
their numbers once vast,
disappearing from view.
a face from our ancient
worlds mysteries

as they fly into the moonlight
the stars cry out their names.

if words could touch

if words could touch that part of you
that hurts and heals not from its wounds.
each syllable a prayer filled with
love and hope.

garden

feed your dreams and watch them grow

hied

life knocking loudly

do not want to hear

all that nonsense that

is heading here.

want to hide

under my wing...

alas i am human

and cannot do

that thing.

magic mikey hide and go beak

the path weighs

the words we speak
are our actions in tow.
the paths we take.
the truths we know.
the sorrows we carry.
the joys that
come our way.
those basic moments
that we compose
as our day.

beneath

a liquid wasteland
in which to dream.
of life as it should be,
not as it
seems.

flower, captured

a flower captured,
its beauty floating
in water and glass.