If I came to life as a flower, or maybe when I was… I’d see myself as a Peony. By far my favorite flower. Somehow writing that makes it sound full of ego, let’s say it’s the heavy dosing of self-love. Indeed I’d be a pink Peony, the color my eyes see as love, for
Category: Mother Nature
Written about a month ago… idk why WP decided to re-publish.
Possibility brewing Work abuzz Packed day of inspiration Relaxed at home Taste of wine on my lips Witnessing the setting sun The only light for ages Being my prayers to the moon Yet here it is Now I hear it Now I see Where have I been My eyes heavy clouded Today seeing again The
Momentarily lost in space & time as I watched what I assumed to be two butterflies warming their wings in an early morning patch of sun… until I noticed it was more than that. They were carrying on a conversation with wing flaps, flutters and vibrations. Back & forth they silently chatted for about 15
Feeling the thunder, Hearing the rain, Tasting possibility Outsider On the front porch Looking in A cup of tea Full of dreams Alone