Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Supportive Nature

On the Porch

“He who kisses the joy as it flies”William Blake

At the behest 
of nature, life feels epiphanous.

In the simultaneous
lazy, longevity grows slender. 
Thick with humid blooms, summer’s

bound to shift. It’s the swoon over
this butterfly—suddenly your
worst fear lacks a reason to exist––
as it lights upon these sighing lips.