Below leaves dipped in near autumn gold,
crow talons press atmosphere to dirt,
kicking up dust in the madness of an inebriated dance.
—Hopping∞Spinning—
Heads bowing in the receiving of dusted globes of fallen fermented fruit,
their sleek necks fluted,
drink of the blood and light,
in communion with nature and the smoldering horizon's hum.
—Circling∞Diving—
The choral of dragonfly chaos,
where a little girl runs free in laughing grasses.
Her hair pinned by their iridescent curiosity,
wings like stars in evening flight.
My heart light,
weightless thoughts drunk on love,
for how the sun sets within her skin,
like the tone of my voice on the day she was born.
—Blush and blossom—
First minutes of new life,
I whispered in her ear,
asking of her old soul
how she'd like to adventure in this life…
…and she sighed oceans,
and she stretched mountains,
and she forged possibilities,
giving my life great meaning…
—Giver∞Keeper∞Mother—
E.A. O'Connell
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