The milkweed seed lifts and sails
On parachute so finely spun
Promising the monarch
Another day
A simple dance
Shimmering waxy leaves
Limbs bowing to the great one
Turtles sunning on outstretched limb
And I wonder how small I am
And how big
Moccasins worn thin
The path strewn with stones
You offered me love
I drank from the cup
Till empty
Yet not gone
I can now slip in
Often unnoticed
But deeply immersed
There is no fear
No rules, no limits
Only this breath
And then the next
No promises any more
Rick Monteith
You’ve done it again.. beautiful
HealingJourneys
Rick, thank you. Humbled….
sue ready
just lovely-such wonderful imagery and energy in your poem writing-thanks for sharing
HealingJourneys
Thank you Sue!