a morning in may *poem*
❃ a morning in may poem ❃
a crimson dew drop lifts over the horizon
everywhere, blotches of color go a'flyin
a symphony of sounds echo the valley
the summer birds are back, impossible to tally
nature's bakery, a smell-ery, is open
scents are all free! no need for a token
the pillowy scent of wild plum so sweet
a comfort transmuted to coolness for the afternoon heat
apply blossoms, growing in groups of five
share stories with me of their land in another time
how things change yet still remain the same
is that paradox that can take away pain
the understory boasts greens of all the glory
little leaves about to tell their story
of all the time that's passed, all the things they've seen
are all stored in their colors so green
we can know anything, all we need to do is ask
the whole process is such a simple task
close your eyes, and focus your intent on
that which you seek, in a mind so calm
the answers flow in like a calming breeze
in your mind's eye, where all can be seen
imagination is our greatest superpower
a magician's task, one accessed at any hour
we all have this power, do you see?
we are all creators of enchanted realities
a poem by ashley lynn . .
photography by @kelsie_herzogg
