Lady birds of peace
whose broad eliptical wings gather hope
as they flutter helplessly
in love with the morning sunlight
You saunter, for no particular reason
through the delicate wildflowers
spraying a blaze of color
at the forest’s edge
To that special point you float, and
sit in loyal courtship
with the one you adore, and
hold forever in your gentle heart
Your near haunting coo lingers
like the morning mist drifting afar
then igniting replies
from others perched high
With the many you gather
but always you sit
in that special place
with just one
Poetic Alchemist 