If I am quiet — House of Heart

I can watch butterflies float weightless over gardens. Stained glass collages of amber, rust, and brown set in facets of sable veins. They hover over flowers, compound eyes and fluttery feelers, faces smeared flaxen too fine for the eye to see. Free from fear death is not a concept on their mystical journey. If I am […]

If I am quiet — House of Heart