Freeing The Fairy Seeds!

 

        This year I saw only one Monarch at the conservancy where I walk daily. The conservancy includes a large planted prairie with very few Milkweed plants. Those Milkweeds grew near the paved path where the prevailing winds blow toward the houses and mowed lawns across the street. The following poem reflects my attempts to help the Milkweed plants spread there wings so to speak and increase next years crop. 

        Freeing The Fairy Seeds!

As one season bleeds

Into another,

Green photosynthesis

Dies to the light,

Reveals a

 Spectrum of

Red, yellow,

 Bronze and brown;

        A night rain

          Wets grounded earth,

        As wind gusts shake

      Loose leaves;

     Today...

     A good day

     To just put

     One foot

     In front of

      The other;

Rut ready

To begin,

The boy's 

Ancient man

Flares nostrils,

Inhales

The fecund odor

Of Autumn;

Gravitas and melancholy

Form counterpoint,

A somber symphony,

Beyond wish

Or

Desire;

                           Monarchs,

What few remain,

Long ago migrated,

I pick dried

 Milkweed pods,

Stuff them in pockets,

Wade into 

The vibrant conservancy;

Big Bluestems

Bow 

To rise again 

                                       And 

                                      Again;

                                            

Deep in the prairie,

Where no one mows,

I pull rough pods out,

Delight to

 Feel silky wings

As I loose

Fairy seeds 

Into the ebb

And flow;

Pray

They find 

An earthen home,

To root and grow,

Next years crop

For return

Of the 

Monarchs; 

        Serendipity..... while looking for something else I found the next poem which I'd written some time ago. 

In Awe... 

the red maple leaf 

waits

hidden inside

the green, 

that waits

hidden in

the alchemy 

of sun, soil,

water,

air,

seed 

and

tree;

without beginning

a mysterious cycle 

of rising and falling

appears, just in time

to vanish

before eyes

of the

innocent witness,

a 

transient bum,

who marvels

 at

 the

Beauty....

itself

a

red leaf

soon to fall

into rising;  

           A final thought considering fall as the harbinger of winter. Seeing this dead downed oak growing a vibrant coat of moss and lichen raised the thought; 'Death supports life.' Therefore life needs death. Inseparable twins that can't exist without each other. We exist as leaves on the tree of life. The branching of unseen spiritual energy from the source supports our growth. Each of us will have our time in the sun to grow and transfer energy; then fall, return to earth so new life may grow from our passing. 

        Thank You for joining me my friends. We walk hand in hand whether touching or not.  

 Anthony G. Hendricks, author, poet, nature lover -- naturally;  Buddha Blues, just published with a great cover created by his Sister Judith; available at Amazon as print on demand or as an e book at Amazon or Kobo. With formatting help on cover and interior by Woven Red. Other books The Wasteland Revisited, a book length poem about the dystopia causing global warming; available as an e book at Amazon; A Journey In The Human Dilemma, collected poetry and prose; trade paper back.