| Elora
by Joseph Immel A gentle wind floats into the clouds of heaven, where a butterfly closes and opens beside the buds and nectar breezes. This smile lifts me into your soft eyes while I am breathing the perfume of flowers. In a hot summer meadow, a bumble bee visits a flower whose petals are my hand outstretched in the cool grass. These tears are the warm honeysuckle raindrops of a summer storm, of spring opening in your sunlight. |