Trajectory

[michaelboy]

When small, we are launched into a life where we may not be left with any obvious lands or grooves to depict just how we were guided. For all anyone knows, we may have randomly tumbled as cabbage butterflies might...



Pale green-white pair tumble and roll along lazy grasses -- together in a field.
Not boldly colorful or friend to the gardener
around in a field at the feet -- darting lovers as an intimate dance in a more precious summer.

We all have a story:

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Comments

[smoothbores]

What a lovely photo and, as always, a translucent story. When I read your notes I always smile, joyfully or sadly, but always. I must say, you always keep a smile.
The poems are so clear, they take you out into the field to the butterflies and the aroma of the herbs... it's so good.
Thank you!

[michaelboy]

Thank you for these words.

[wayfaringwordhack]

You almost make me feel guilty for all the cabbage butterfly eggs and caterpillars I have squished to save my Cruciferae! And I must add "hear, hear!" to what smoothbores has said.

[michaelboy]

Well they are pesky and often do significant damage to plants.

Thank you for your words