On Encountering a Grove of Buttercups

Wild the buttercups
thrive beneath emerald
canopies –

Joyous the heart
open to reverie
swells –

Earthy matters
soothed in moments
of ethereal release.

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

32 thoughts on “On Encountering a Grove of Buttercups”

  1. This is “ethereal”. Great to read, but I know this one was really meant to be read aloud! Stanza one and two are just pure, pure beauty. Feeling a bit jealous that I didn’t write this.

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