I love me because I change. I hate me because I change. The seasons are as diverse and unpredictable as every one of us. The Silent rising of dawn wakes me only with its tender kiss, caressing with no expectations. How often I ignore and plow through without even a thank you. Sudden storm clouds quickly gather in frenzy. I lean in to watch with anxious hopeful eyes. Cold fronts chill in a confrontation of emotion and strike whatever is in its way. I too, must be justified. Tears fall, perhaps in repentance, often too sorrowful to find repose, flooding the ground. Yet the sky delivers its forgiving bow, an array of color, a promise of future. Fragile dandelions live on despite their lowly stature. Magic you say? I prefer, miracles.
Nature mirrors an image
We find out our own
dversepoetspub.com Capturing the magic in nature. A haibun, 1 to 3 paragraphs of prose with a haiku following. Including a word ‘dandelion’, from a list given.