Second Dance

Morning rush, drive fast.
A cyclone follows closely.
Golden leaves dance twice.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef


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Wriggle

Wriggle
It creeps upon the leaf
Tinny furry creature
eat at peace

Then appears a second
A third
to crunch and munch
Soon a hoard of creepers
Making leaves contented lunch

Once a glowing beauty
Stripped
of gilded filigree

Weaving wreathing nests
Across a naked frame
Living drips
Her ravaged beauty
Proclaim

Waiting through the darkness
Chrysalis
of change
Until upon her skeleton
wings they all display

Watch
the bared darling
Don a gown of brown
Trimmed
with greying fur
Moths become her crown

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef


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Would You Go?

If one could step out on waves, feel the liquid coolness flow, where would you go? Ride the tide, watch moonlight collide with creatures, microscopic soul.

Would the waves tickle, just a little, as they suck the sands from shore? To carry feet towards retreat… Outwards or inwards?
Would you need to know?

Melted life, filled with organisms strife, worlds humans don’t control.
All beneath tiptoes.

Would you be vapor or the waters solid? Would a dream tie the waist and tether amid the stars? Just real enough to hold one above oceans bazaar?

Would you want to go?

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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Beauty Adrip

Beauty adrip like,
slowly spun sugar crystals.
Honeysuckle kiss.

©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef

Inspired by the honeysuckle vine my husband bought me this spring for the backyard.

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