I chanced upon these dragonflies mating amongst the water lilies.
From all indications, dragonflies are not monogamous. Such an acrobatic effort for a transient relationship.
Reminds me of the song “Sleeps with Butterflies” by Tori Amos. Here’s a stanza.
I don’t hold on
To the tail of your kite
I’m not like the girls that you’ve known
But I believe I’m worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
So go on and fly then boy
I guess it also applies to dragonflies.
I make movies in my mind, or sometimes they write themselves in my sleep.
In one movie I see you smiling, coming into the bedroom as I wake up. I tell you about some plans for the day and you laugh. You pick up a towel and glance at me as you step into the shower.
In another movie you gaze into the distance as I rest my head on your shoulder, your arm around me, both of us not speaking a word. I think about the future while wondering if you were thinking about it too.
And then the light hits my eyes and the movies begin to fade.
I choose to linger in the fog, to make the movies keep playing, because then the world looks like a garden in the mist. Because then distance and time disappear.
Because then you are closer to me.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date
– William Shakespeare, Sonnet XVIII
Taking a breather from the daily rigors, even if only to appreciate the darling buds of May.
Her smile held all the promises of summer.
She was wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat that framed her face against the blue cloudless sky.
She sat on the bench and snuggled up to me, and her smell was like a whiff of sweet jasmine in the night.
Her face was very close, and her breath smelled even sweeter.
Suddenly she stood up and grabbed my hand. “Come,” she laughed.
And with that, she turned and led me into the summer.
It’s cracked, even broken in places. It is easy to focus on the flaws and say it’s worthless.
But look closer and there’s the work of an artist, the Master’s touch. Something valuable.
Aren’t we all?
A timely reflection for Good Friday.
It’s not that easy being green;
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves.
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold-
or something much more colorful like that.
It’s not easy being green.
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things.
And people tend to pass you over ’cause you’re not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water-
or stars in the sky.
But green’s the color of Spring.
And green can be cool and friendly-like.
And green can be big like the ocean, or important like a mountain, or tall like a tree.
When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder?
Why Wonder, I am green and it’ll do fine, it’s beautiful!
And I think it’s what I want to be.
– Kermit the Frog, “It’s Not Easy Being Green” (watch the video here.)
Prompts: It IS Easy Being Green! Acceptance
It brightens up the day.
(Vanda is a genus in the orchid family.)