Manga Popart Butterfly

Manga Popart Butterfly

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

What Day Is It?

Dear Diary,

The morning grass is soft and wet
with dew
as I walk barefooted
in my pajamas to pick blueberries
in the back yard.  I hop over spots with
stickers (trust me, I know them all)
and little broken branches
fallen from my giant Water Oak.
Through the heavy, leaning
wooden gate I tippy toe
and take five steps to
the tall, old, faithful bushes.

The ripe, fat berries fall willingly
into my eager hands.
Fingers to berry to mouth,
eat, pick, repeat.
No blueberry muffins
yesterday or today...
and probably not
tomorrow.
I eat my fill, leaving the
highest branches for
the birds.

The sun is hidden
behind low, white
clouds, heavy with rain
on this first day of
hurricane season:  humid,
hot and sultry.  Even the
birdsong is muted
like they, too, miss
yesterday's sunshine.

Come to think of it...
It doesn't really matter
what day it
is,
does it?

xo,
Lonely Girl

"Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel good to know I'm not the only thing that falls apart . It makes me feel better to know other things in nature can shatter.”   ― Lone Alaskan Gypsy

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