Butterfly in the morning – Lucia Sullivan

Artist appreciation

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“There was a dusty road full of mystery.
It was enough.
Without your sparkle.
I would still,
Find my way.
I had the haunted night,
To awaken me.
The dewy morning on spiders’ webs.
The fort in the woods,
By a little creek.
Where gentle creatures lived.
Close to houses but far enough,
To exist in the quaint happiness,
Of gentle sunlight thru broken trees.
A place,
Where I too was allowed.
We creatures of the dawn,
Are drawn to ourselves.
And I was a sunbeam of solitude.
Yet,
I would never find,
A place close to houses,
But not far enough,
To exist without the measure of shadows creeping.
I was the butterfly in the morning.
Fluttering nervously.
Chasing the sunlight.
The light purple one.
That landed in your hair in the Spring.
So light and true,
You never even knew,
I was there.
And,
I can fly back to the creek in the morning.
While this winter was long,
And froze me still.
I have started to flutter again.
In a place,
Close to houses,
But far enough,
To exist.”
Written by Lucia Sullivan Copyright 2018 all rights reserved

 

Abbott and Holder Wild Flowers

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luciasullivanpoetry
New York
I AM A CLAIRVOYANT, POET, WRITER, AND SEER. I BELIEVE ALL THINGS ARE MOVING TOWARDS THE LIGHT. I LOVE MUSIC, DANCING, BOATING, NATURE, AND ANIMALS.

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