Thursday, 3 January 2013
soft and moist,
like petals born upon a budding rose,
open and close in their own time,
the rhythm and rhyme of natures subtle filigree,
caught within the wind of all that is to be.
Dry upon this summers sun,
cocooned depths, a rebirth in little steps,
delicately opening to a warmer light,
the gentle breeze of a transmogrified delight.
Slipping between the gossamer chords,
a rhapsody of transcendence,
fleeting moments of remembrance,
cast into a nimble aperture of becoming,
delicately aroused from this brief sleep,
the butterfly born from out the deep.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
Artwork: Jaanika Talts
Posted by RMP at 14:47