MULBERRY TREES AND BUTTERFLIES
Don’t go back to heavy sleep
dwell in wakefulness
of I AM THAT I AM
here mulberries and butterflies
beckon across filtered fences
which you can comely climb
for a bountiful bestowing
pick, a Sunday spongy
......
The sky is blue and bright.
The clouds aren't dark or blurry.
Your voice is like a melody.
My absolute favorite remedy.
Your hair, the color of obsidian
Your eyes, the color of soil
Your skin, the color of caramel.
Your heart, big and full
......
Exhilaration!
Feet pounding windswept pavements
people thrilled to run.
Red butterflies in tandem-
Invigorated heartbeats.
Day to satin night
on every viable route
energetic youth!
Pretty, fleeting scenery
......
cream rose white daisy
blue jay on a cobalt sky
heart stopping sunset
frog on lily pad
diamonds on a starry night
gold butterfly sun
tree bark gingerbread
apricots and honey dawn
......
noon dandelions
all awash in seas of gold
spring has lately sprung
butterflies and bees
in beauty's residences
happy-go-lucky
joyful greenery
the songbirds are back in town
......
MULBERRY TREES AND BUTTERFLIES
Don’t go back to heavy sleep
dwell in wakefulness
of I AM THAT I AM
here mulberries and butterflies
beckon across filtered fences
which you can comely climb
for a bountiful bestowing
pick, a Sunday spongy
......
The sky is blue and bright.
The clouds aren't dark or blurry.
Your voice is like a melody.
My absolute favorite remedy.
Your hair, the color of obsidian
Your eyes, the color of soil
Your skin, the color of caramel.
Your heart, big and full
......
By a gently flowing creek –
I saw a swallowtail flutter
About my head, as though meek –
And land softer than a feather.
He was large enough, I swear –
To sit in all of my hand.
He did not mind that I was there
Or that I was entranced.
......
All the hot summer days I am found, sleeping late in my bed,
Dreaming of dusk and getting beauty rest, before sunset red;
For I'm an opal night owl, my scent blooms open all night long.
I am called Mirabilis jalapa, or four o'clocks, adoring birdsong.
I am yellow and deep pink stripes, beloved by hummingbirds,
And grape sun butterflies, when time seems to go backwards.
I keep a daily appointment with destiny, at about four o'clock,
As I love pearly moon more than sun, when dancing in my frock!
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come
their colors vibrant in sun rays.
In the blooming epoch of days,
there are no rules when nature plays.
Where on earth are these lovelies from?
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come!