In my mind I hold the many children
That were friends and foes.
Like Peter, never-changing
They remain.
The vestigial shadows of last year’s flowers —
If I were to find them today:
Only the smell of damp earth.
Tag: earth
Tiger Swallowtail
Summery day.
Butterflies aloft
drift down
to bask in
the root of the earth.
Gathering, an admiring rain
pools gossamer
over yellow wings.
Apart
Your shadow fades with the sun
And the ground which it touched
Now cools with all the earth
Until all that is left
Is a memory
Rainy Day
The rain like a spangled veil
Bars the sky from earth
And the earth from sky
The sun plays shadows
And the clouds, shapeless dreams
Until both meet again
RED GLADIOLA 