Beetle Better (a)Bouts

[Random thoughts of a madman]

On the wings of Beetles,
She busily buzzed back;
She returns to my waking.
Awakened,
I slowed my past to capture
each dandelion
easily living where other
plants struggle to thrive.

Some pantomime
as wee zephyrs,
helping Beetles glide,
flow through the valley
that holds
my Tao in place.

Life is pleasant here
almost “ Faerie – Tale’d “
and I, for one,
look forward for more
of the same
for more of the different,
the differences, mostly.

Did I tell You, I’m “mad” about her?