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queen of the shades

minnows wading beneath

the dance of the trees

lending a choir to the air as earthen creatures stir

but to catch a glimpse of she

their maiden of the shade, their spring breathing persephone

 

a narcissus sips from a nymph filled river bed

unable to resist the breath of its perfume,

she bows as its smile upon her spread

 

one selfish delight, she thought, to adorn her hair

reaching for its heavenly invitation, clutching its core,

but the earth it trembled, a prelude to a darkening lair

 

a stallion then arose, with rider crowned in shade

his moon-fed eyes reaching for her own

spilling of promise to immortal blooms

of a forest braided, never to fade

 

longing for the wonder, unafraid of what the gods would cast down

she took his hand, this god of the underworld

and became his queen, in shaded crown

 

in their descent, winter took hold

til this maiden, now queen of the shades returned in season anew

giving her breath to the forest turning it back to its gold

Emancipator/Natural Cause

 

-just breathe-

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travelers

 

with perched lips

and a wish from below

she closed her eyes

she let her dreams flow

through flora they wandered

barefoot travelers,

dipping

swaying

chasing the wind

upon rocky crags they stood

as horizons refused to bend

 

My Sunset-Feint

 

 

i captured this image in my backyard where i’m quite guilty of letting the grass overgrow a little longer than my neighbors this time of year as i haven’t the heart to watch these beauties go. Thank you for visiting and to view more of my photography you can visit  my Instagram page here

 

 

-just breathe-

lotus

 

in daily baths of melancholy

with no grand speed ascending

from caverns carved by nature’s creed

til waters part, unbending

 

as moon gods sprinkle unlikely dreams

to thought shallow graves below

where sun’s finest pupils hath not been

nor shall ever truly know

 

through muddy morsels a fairy born

a blushing pixie to the moon

a darkened path, unlikely guide

slow steps from its cocoon

 

unfurling petals as moon gods sing

the song of its mythical fate

to reach beyond those shallow graves

to cloudscapes in patient wait

Journey’s End -Blackmill

During a visit to a botanical garden in North Carolina, I captured this image upon realizing that I had never seen a lotus flower in its habitat. I was mesmerized by this pond brimming with them and found myself after thirty minutes or so feet planted in the same position, daydreaming. These delicate beauties are born with magic and it floats to the surface with them. The aura of tranquility they emit for those that take the time to truly see their beauty and the resilience of their survival, simply put, is breathtaking.

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