Flying On a Mellow Wind
A south wind carries magnolia petals
and butterfly wings, wafting through thoughts at dawn.
I share sweet expectations, peace
in mellow morning dew, holding fast to the hush like a treasure
of rediscovery in bright monarchs from
Mexico that flit all around, landing only to beautify my views.
A new day’s light, one of harmony, asks
to dance with this longing wanderer. I am reminded to calm
the clamor in my mind during these times if only
to sway with west marshes and willows in midday as I collect
memorable moments meandering on
my majestic path pebbled with scattered seeds of many travelers
who have sought their own illumination. Each one
calls to me from just ahead in spirited vespers, and I follow
with lightest steps in a vibrant season
preserved in verdant greens and cool blues. If summer is
warmth of a lazy river, then I will float
ever peacefully downstream on crystal waters that selflessly trace
the sparkling course in front of me. A wide ocean
will swell in my sight to meet the valiance of tomorrow’s rosy horizon.
A sunrise created before me will bring brilliant
yet familiar light, a glistening of generous gems across tropical waves
flowing to lands beyond my mind’s eye and into eternity.
The winding courses I trod will always be shared with whispering wings
of butterflies on the breeze. Whether the wind blows
with or against me, I will orbit slowly in the bold glory of sunlight.
Apollo, in his fiery chariot, shines down on my path.
If my travels be smooth, I will bless my steps, the lush grass to rest
upon, and helpful hands along the way.
If my travels be harsh with sinking feet in marsh, I will bless the life
around me, the orchids hanging with the moss
from branches, and the love awaiting as soft dusk turns to darkness.
These are the joyous rambles of a wandering mind
as I fly to distant dreams in ancient worlds. Some of which I fantasize,
I may or may not find, but glorious are visions
on my journey to every someplace I imagine as I sing golden songs with
the breath of ancestors on wings. The warmth of
their hearth waits to welcome me, and I welcome tranquil winds
of an unknown world.
Written 7/6/20
Contest - Butterflies and Marshes Mellow
Sponsor - Kai Michael Neumann
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2020
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