Bending the blade
Of grass in the glade
The ladybug rests
’til the wind has been stayed
An instant for humans
A year for a bug
The storm won’t abate
’til it feels age’s tug
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Bending the blade
Of grass in the glade
The ladybug rests
’til the wind has been stayed
An instant for humans
A year for a bug
The storm won’t abate
’til it feels age’s tug