Crazy? No, Beautiful.

bees. Crazy? No, Beautiful

Honey drips

A hive?  No five!

In banks of weed and flax

I lie hidden in the reed

watching the birds flutter over,

head spinning,

chirping melodies of a world without limits.

fireflies in a field

Fireflies glint in the dusky sky.

The prince frog croaks, crickets chirp, bats squeak,

and wolves howl as branches creak in the wind.

I stand and dance to nature’s evening symphony

A pointed toe,

arms high grace the air,

a spin, a leap,

girl dancing in the night stars
crazy? no, beautiful
then I retract to a heap
in the bramble, the brush
thorns scathe my surface
wandering dark years, suffering visions, night terrors
Crazy? No, beautiful

Bickering tongues recede

Zealously annihilated by thunderous compelling arguments.

Can you hear me?

It’s my song; IT’S


Bees Photo by Ante Hamersmit on Unsplash

Bird Photo by Niranjan Venkatesh on Unsplash

women in a field Photo by Vladyslav Tobolenko on Unsplash

fireflies in the night sky Photo by Rajesh Rajput on Unsplash

Girl dancing at dusk Photo by Allef Vinicius on Unsplash

bramble Photo by Sam Clarke on Unsplash

beautiful tree Photo by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash