i watch the birds and bees store their sunshine
winging flower to flower to butterfly beauty
they absorb what is while it may be-Spring
an eternity for their feathers and wings
Autumn still finds them seeking the salient sun
flickering like the tongue of a lizard or snake
When sun gives way to lack of Light
they go slow,withdraw,close curtains,dream deep
and wait for the dawn of new life
This is the way it has always been-when life is prose
in poetry we dream...
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