...perception...sitting in my red solo Adirondack chair at sunset,
watching the comings and the goings beyond the hummingbird's and dragon flies' whir.
...thinking about those first steps someone once said … lead to
them journeys of a thousand miles~ aka “sittin here on my ass in limbo”
...under the flight path
contrails float by at a snail's crawl
once carried the weight beyond afar
white cotton candy becoming unspun..
unwinding, unfolding, floating magically
like a butterfly’s bon voyage…
fluttering felicity glides with
sunhair dafts the fickle spindrift breeze
dandelion's drift seeds flight
to be sewn in distant horizons
my seed beneath up, up and away
disperse floating fluffy parachutes
delicate pink pearlescent textures awakened~
pink moon … oh! pink moon rise and shine
oh! pink moon come hither my heart
purr as soft as tufted intimate touch
whisper softly aneath
sky’s wispy pink cirrus azure
© 2013 ... harlon rivers
