Grandfather Me
Fireside company
Great Grand nature story on my wall, otherworldly museum soul casts reflective light within my heart; what scone and tea company we share delight?
Proud I am to sip our bond — weaving space between fronds and time; my eyes are fond of pixy gazing out of the intimate unknown. take heart my little wings — do not overwhelm your love of voice; to live your de-wild nature home. seek not to others seek but grieve your pain of vast into the solitude star of the planet — for the starry night shines mirror light; a fireside blanket of cozy arm, burning flames for them alone — conserve your fuel; my soil ossifies yet cannot die when love consumes my bones.
Nature❦nurture reflections from down under,
Jaylee Reign,©, 2021
Listening deeply to nature and all its infinite wisdom has guided me since childhood. I don’t consider myself a writer, a poet, a philosopher, or anything other than being a recluse whose heart belongs to the whispers that gravitate to me on the breath of the wind. A few times a week I try to scribe this resonance that cries joy into the depths of my soul, but I know I fail at capturing this immeasurably. No matter; it’s what drives me and kick-starts my day.
Thank you, Somsubhra Banerjee, for allowing me to share the spirit of my soul with your…
