Poetry and Prose by #1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, Co-Author of #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and Jan/Feb 2022 Spillwords Press Author of the Month
The trees have ruddy cheeks after a season of heavy drinking, but as rays and rains retreat, a skeletal hand beckons me to lie in shadow below my favorite tulip tree, amidst the signature pattern of DNA forestry.
If I escape into unknown dark, a place sunlight can never hold, will knowledge be bestowed from the underside of limb and branch? I duck and take a chance, besides enlightenment never trickles. It is always avalanche.
The bark, a sort of braille, is a hidden language, and by touching it we speak, myself and ancient tulip tree, sharing spells through silent system, wrinkled body ‘gainst wrinkled hand. Is that not real wisdom?
The Flush of Fall was inspired by the poem Limbs and Leaves. You can read more of K.’s poetry at Yard Sale of Thoughts.
A golden butterfly lurks in dark passageways where walls never age. Gloomy ivory green leaves gleam in dark as the never old, and always immortal butterfly kisses the feet of rose petals; that are shackled to the past of the known and the Unknowns. Butterfly dances on her feet, as the first snow of the year melts the memory of him; holding her hand on the roughest day of 2016. A pink laughter lies to her eyes. Pain engulfs the joy that was never hers. Irony lies in her lies, time slices the old wounds open. Pain and love compromises on the edge of void of tarnished dreams. The butterfly dies at an untimely hour and she thus rises from the ashes of past.