Falling Up

[munkinhead]

Dogwood blossoms
cling to the landscape
with an uneasy grip.

Sisters, married to
a twisting branch,
dream butterfly dreams.

Mimics of pink light,
an armful of wings
await the rapture.

[hillwalker]

There's something very elusive about this poem that keeps me coming back to it. Some memorable lines.

H

[everyadventure]

A beautiful little ode.

[Delta40]

Your poems always resonate well with me. I'm not sure about dream butterfly dreams. It did not quite flow with the rest of this touching piece IMHO.