cycle of life

wasn't wearing my reading glasses whilst taking photo's, hence a slightly blurry butterfly spotted yesterday morning, the first of its kind this year - in our garden at least - aglais urticae Kleine Vos or Small Tortoiseshell *

below my mum and me on Saturday, she looks better than she feels, is alas in a lot of pain, we are doing all we can.

I will be spending as much time as I can with my folks

It Is Long, It is Repetitive

© 2020 Alice Walker

 

As much as we might like to imagine

We will come back as a flower

Chances are, many of us

Are bound to come back

As flies.

 

We have annihilated so many,

Nor have we noticed sufficiently

The gossamer loveliness

Of their wings.

 

But come back we will;

(it isn’t even as of we go anywhere);

And that alone is why

We should abuse nothing.

 

Those ancient Indigenous

Who never disturbed any thing

Had the right idea,

Though most of us were born

Too late

And in far too un-awakened places

To benefit from this wisdom.

 

And so are left unaware.

 

Chewing the tobacco

That might have been

A grandmother.

 

Logging the tree

We will become.

 

poem found in Acey's comment over at Liz 'make your own bible'   reminding me how we are all connected