Milkweed pods |
Milkweed
September in this magic, open meadow- Milkweed pods!
Full and fat, ready to burst
into their feathery seeds and float away.
"Welcome" to even more beauty,
the noble Monarch butterfly,
who needs the pods so dearly.
It's only September, feels like summer.
Bees float voluptuously from aster to aster
in this magic meadow.
I hear, "Welcome, daughter,"
as breeze bends milkweed stems.
The Sacred Mound reminds me to walk in beauty.
Truly these are all my relations!
The familiar scent of wild strawberries.
Goldenrod mimicking the Sun.
That persistent sound, ephemeral,
like a tender tap on my shoulder
from that place in the woods.
My spirit sings with this connectedness,
my family, my joy.
Annelinde Metzner
September 21, 2018
Sacred Mound
Monarch who posed for my camera |
Asters |
Golden rod |
Grandmother, September of 2018 |
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