nature

So swoft and frilly,
Were you edible, I would.
I feel you now.

Those I remember,
This moment stands-out, clearly.
I go back, again.

In the the absence of
The life which was held so dear,
Blessed light shines through.

Sometimes we are left
With just a supportive shell.
It will be all right.

Pondering the glimmer of broken car glass from the night before.

Sitting on my stoop, breeze in my hair.

Layers of layers.
A party to such wonder,
So much we can see.

Wee euphorbia,
Who always flowered in twos:
You now produce one.

Short on time, Glory,
You lead by your example.
Glad to have you here.

Pollinator, where?
You're kept from me, blocked out;
I can only cry.

Beautiful, delicate traveller,
I follow you a short way,
as you do, what you do,
during your short, short time.