Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, August 16, 2015

I am always amazed no matter what the date on the calendar , nature itself knows the passing of a season. Butterflies know when to migrate, crickets in song, the locust morphing into its adult form , leaves falling , mornings cooler, days hotter. Yes summer is the season in passing.
I am enthralled by the Monarch butterfly. Something that lives such a short period of time accomplishes so much on a journey to reproduce.

Wake up in the morning
to your sweet smile,
it warms my heart and
removes the long miles.

I keep it safe within me
on this journey we call life,
for you are my love
that makes my world right.


Simplicity for all we need is
the magic of love to see us through the day.

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