Mother butterfly

 Anne and the butterfly

Anne found her garden of peace and pond water
plants and trees that were mothers and daughters
soil was life, sun was light, night was a sigh
Everyday pondering the butterfly

How it flows in the air
as if transversing dimensions
Landing and taking off from our attention
A symbol for ascension

My mother in this world

What is this chrysalis
we find ourselves wrapped inside
A transitional stage
between light and dark, between seasons

Anne found the stream
There the timeless eel wanders and wades
winding up the autumn clock
as mother´s day unlocks

For my mother

The wings of this quiet season
of falling leaves and butterflies
memories flickering and testing the mind
Until the chrysalis subsides