butterflies

The Star for Me

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The world’s original entertainers
were surely the animals,
who are, by nature, first-class acrobats.
Hummingbirds hover,
butterflies dip and dance,
bees dive into deep-cupped trumpets of mandevilla,
roly-polies curl into perfect balls
and tumble across my grandson’s palm.
Even the box turtle he found last week
performed the turtle trick,
tucking itself into its shell.
But the star for me is the nuthatch,
that small bird who defies expectations,
the only bird in the wide backyard
who tips tail-up, head-down at the feeder
as he snatches sunflower seeds.
Watch how easily he perches facing the ground,
looking at lunch from a different angle,
coming at it upside-down.
Of course, he probably considers his stance
right-side-up.
Maybe he wonders
why the other birds are heads-up.
Or for that matter, why I watch him
with my feet on the ground.
When I was much younger,
I could stand on my head.
Even now, I could try to defy expectations myself,
but something tells me it would be wise
to leave the acrobatics
to the nuthatch.
-kh-

Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.

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What the Bee Sees

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Lean close to summer blooms—

peek into petunias,

dive deep into daylilies,

stare boldly at black-eyed Susans,

push past flashy petals

into the center,

the inner sanctum,

anthers and stamen,

tiny flying flags

or miniature stars

or prickly pillows

dusty with pollen,

maybe moist with the season’s

sweet dew.

This is what the bee must see

as he follows the path

of a petal’s dark veins

to settle headfirst,

to nestle inside

for a moment

or two.

The butterfly flicks

her curling, unfurling,

thread-thin tongue

to taste this splendor.

The ant tiptoes in,

humble on this holy ground,

this extravagant gift.

It’s our gift too

for the mere price

of a moment’s noticing.

Peek in.

Dive deep.

Lean close.

Stare boldly.

See what the bee sees.

– kh –

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Kissing Joy As It Flies

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“He who bends to himself a Joy

Doth the winged life destroy;

But he who kisses the Joy as it flies

Lives in Eternity’s sunrise.”

– William Blake –

 

Blake’s poem seemed perfect for this delightful link. If you have five minutes or so, treat yourself to the sound of butterflies taking flight.

Nurture peace. Cultivate kindness. Carry the calm.

Nature of the week:

Shadow of the Week – early morning, my bedroom ceiling:

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