Natural

by Savannah Wright

 

Yellow Butterfly

The yellow butterfly is nature’s mercy,

the sympathy for the beastly world.

O how I yearn for that peaceful flight

with nothing but the wistful breeze.

Though I cannot be her passenger,

she lets me live vicariously.

She encourages me to pursue
the thoughts, dreams, and life of me.
When she flies – I join her –
while her wings dance against the somber backdrop.

Inside my caged spirit, I dance too.

 

She’s the nature of mercy.
Just one dose of yellow butterfly.

 

Pierce

O at those eyes that look piercingly at this fractured life.

With darkness dressed in mystery, you wait as I scramble.

Like an ant under magnified sun, I wither –

and you stare – motionless, careless, and utterly indifferent until I pop.

You provide sweet music as a backdrop to my misery.

You light up the stage with sparkling lights for my wretched audience.

I never saw you hostile, but now I’m your foe.
Against you, hell hath no fury.

It’s a competition for which I’m worse.

Sweet Mother, stand against me no longer.

I’m weakened by your wrath.

Send me spring again.

Decorate my world with flowers,

and send only enough rain to make them grow.

Wind’s Whisper

In these barren lands I lay,

scorched by the day’s ray,

but the eye of my mind

thirsts for Truth I cannot find.

Deep in the fields of green

where nature is marginally mean,

there stands a single flower

with the purest pedals and stock a tower.

The horizontal breeze whispers
the secrets of heavenly and earthly sisters.

I strain but cannot hear

the words I would hold so dear.

They hold the master key

and consistently they keep it from me.

O to taste joy’s sweet nectar,

to rise above my own conjecture.

Suppose I should ask?

No. They’d feel it too much a task.

I will continue to wonder,

until my heart and mind are torn asunder.

Or until Truth comes my way,

and my April becomes my May.
 

Bio: Savannah Wright is a Georgia resident and is inspired by nature and her rural setting. She is an avid reader and dabbles in poetry when not working in her garden or spending time with her husband and their dogs.