State Botanical Garden, Athens, Georgia
October 13, 2010; revised May 7, 2020
I would bring you beauty
if I only knew how.
I would slip into spirit,
dissolve into autumn breeze
which carries the scent
of crimson sage
to clouds of yellow butterflies
in the afternoon light
of their lives.
As the press of obligation fades,
the busy pings, the urgent beeps,
and rumble of distant machines –
I hover with a bumblebee
in the spell of a purple aster.
I drift in scented air
on a lilting riff of mockingbird-song,
the swerve of a skipper,
a toddler’s giggle
through the elusive realm
where beauty infuses all being.
I would bring you a portion
but, reaching, it slips
through re-embodied hands
and recedes like time itself,
its lingering afterglow
reflected in clouds
of evening gnats.
if I only knew how.
I would slip into spirit,
dissolve into autumn breeze
which carries the scent
of crimson sage
to clouds of yellow butterflies
in the afternoon light
of their lives.
As the press of obligation fades,
the busy pings, the urgent beeps,
and rumble of distant machines –
I hover with a bumblebee
in the spell of a purple aster.
I drift in scented air
on a lilting riff of mockingbird-song,
the swerve of a skipper,
a toddler’s giggle
through the elusive realm
where beauty infuses all being.
I would bring you a portion
but, reaching, it slips
through re-embodied hands
and recedes like time itself,
its lingering afterglow
reflected in clouds
of evening gnats.
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