she dreamed it was reigning purple flowers

she dreamed it was raining purple flowers
under their fragrant blanket
she could last for hours.
reveries pretty
thoughts soft and in verse
not a trace of the angry
or the perverse.

Once upon a time there was a butterfly

once there was a butterfly
who wanted to see how
high she could fly.
up into the air
approaching space
as the people below
looked up,
awe etched on each face.
the whole world watched
and waited with glee
as the  butterfly flew
so joyfully
higher and higher
the winged one did
soar,
as those on earth
could not see her anymore
they asked their friends and
neighbors, their families
could she be gone forever
no this cannot be.
the earth herself sighed
a breath so sweet
as all her children
gathered round her feet.
no guns, no fighting,
no partisan citizenry
only people united
in the butterfly's reverie.
and as she returned
from the moons welcoming
face,
the world of people
rejoiced
one loving place.

Lunch patrol

Time to grab a bite to eat

My family is hungry

I hear their tweets❤

Open

Arms and hearts open
Always hoping

Pretty wheel

Pretty wheel
How do you feel
Like the pointed star
That you are

hands across

hands across

hands across
so many colors
all as one
in peace to
share a
world of
beauty,
everywhere.

Staring

Staring at the changing space.

Will I ever really feel safe

In this place.