My heart is a monk
Finding alleyways of peace
On the noisy streets
Of a rowdy world
I walk with you
My unknown friend
In the space of one heartbeat
In the space of one Being
In the streetlight of one moment
Where I catch a glimpse
Of your vagabond soul
©️2023 Mother Wintermoon 🙏
The sun rose cheerily over the horizon, dazzling the world awake with her tanager glow. As the sky slowly came alive with the chromaticity of a new day, cats curled smugly into her warmth, butterflies blessed her rays for keeping them aloft, and people found the missing spring in their step.
Even the moon lover greeted the sunrise as one would greet a faithful, but finite companion. To rise into the light of another day is a now moment, not a given.
©️ 2023
Fun fact: Butterflies need the light from the sun to warm the muscles they use to fly and stay aloft. When temperatures start to dip below 80ºF their flight muscles become stiff.
Mother Wintermoon 