An Untitled, Morning Poem

Photo by NIKON CORPORATION. Unsplash.

So sorry all, I meant for this to be out yesterday. But here it is now, and I hope you enjoy.

I want a butterfly to land on my nose

Just once

To let me know

That my soul is right

And straight

with the world

Monarch’s march against

An August wind

Sun swinging low

A lightly scorched leaf

Falls

In front of a blackened sole

Connection to earth

Through the sensation of cool soil

And waxy grass

Gardina’s scent a testament to beauty

Pertinent

Within a troubled mind