Poetry | Nature
Sunrise Markers Drift in the Magic of the Seeds
If a Butterfly Could Sing

If a butterfly could sing would it breathe a song with lacy wings a twittering of light in the notes floating through the air.
Would it’s agile strumming on the strings of a lyre bring a delicate whisper telling tales of fields of petals of blue; golden nectar within peach blossoms swaying in the gentleness of wind.
Would it sing of changes or the first light of spring; or the country dance of fragrant breezes teasing the sunshine in the tall grass.
Or the kiss of a daisy light as the touch of a summer bee in the meadow where sunrise markers drift in the realm of seeds.
An aria of trilling notes complexity within the turning of the wheel.
Or would it sing a soundtrack of suspense, reaching for the highest point then striking swift as a dragonfly, in an aerial war, zipping along the surface of the pond.
Would it sing a coda? A ponderous repeating of the notes as it calls out the coming of winter as the withering brings the end of time.
In a breath, all life is suspended at the moment where every ending is a beginning and we are all in the sacrifice zone.
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