Propagation

One-winged migration
brown paper butterflies
descend from mother tree's
outstretched arms
coming down from such heights
to kiss father earth
and shed their temporary wings

For some it will be too hard, too dark
but others will deign to embrace the dirt
loosing sight of the sun
they will cloak themselves in darkness
and wait patiently for the growth
that will lift them towards a new light
and the chance to touch the blue
with their own green arms some day

Lessons from a Dragonfly

You must be born of the breeze
unpredictable in stillness and motion alike
able to flit as easily as float
you must never shy away from color
openly embrace shimmer
love the water as dearly as the air
be caught, always caught
between two worlds
do not return to the place of your birth
you can not breathe there anymore
just keep moving
taking short but frequent breaks
until some cool November day
you leave your body behind
on a painted maple leaf
slipping through the surface
to the verdant shores of an infinite lake
utterly unafraid and well acquainted with change