Flittering and floating, From flower to shoulder, To the top of my head. As if to tell me, Sometimes we float away from love, And sometimes love floats back to us. I’m struck by her beauty, And a little sad when she leaves. Float back! I silently scream. Come back to me, My shoulder beckonsContinue reading “Floating on a Dragonfly”
captured a picture of this beautiful Monarch butterfly as I was hiking along the Appalachian Trail in Connecticut.
Appalachian Trail Mile, 1947.1 8/23/2022 Whack! Another branch, wails the back of my leg. I whisper under my breath, Thank you Mistress, may I have another? I stumble, slip, and fall…again. The thick mud, made of some sort of clay and A stink I have never smelled before, clings to my ass And the backContinue reading “Sweet Submission”
1800 Appalachian Trail miles completed. A poem about leaving it all behind.