Beautiful coccinelle (ladybug)

Minuscule ladybug
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Summer is a time where we can focus on the small wonders and that’s the result.
Have a lovely weekend!

Coccinelle (Ladybug)
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Oh! Beautiful minuscule
Coccinelle. You climb the
Himalayan finger, drink
From the nectar, travel
Far and beyond the stone
World, cross the colored
Deserts of tablecloths,
Read my books, risk your
Life zigzagging your way
Through treacherous petals,
Knock on my window begging
For entry…

In the space of an afternoon
You were busier and more
Adventurous than any astute
And canny explorer.

Climbing the Himalayas
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Deserts of stone
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Ladybug reading my book
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So small!
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Aphididae drinking the nectar
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Those treacherous petals!
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Far & beyond…
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Knocking on our window!
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Summer blush

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You blush
Under the
Scrutiny
Of the
Sun’s
Flare

Shy Hydrangea
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The pink Hydrangea

Hydrangea (/haɪˈdreɪndʒⁱə/;[1] common names hydrangea or hortensia) is a genus of 70-75 species of flowering plants native to southern and eastern Asia (China, Japan, Korea, the Himalayas, and Indonesia) and the Americas. By far the greatest species diversity is in eastern Asia, notably China, Japan, and Korea. Most are shrubs 1 to 3 meters tall, but some are small trees, and others lianas reaching up to 30 m (98 ft) by climbing up trees. They can be either deciduous or evergreen, though the widely cultivated temperate species are all deciduous.

Courtesy of Wikipedia.

The betrothal of man & nature 16.7.2013

an eternal blend
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The betrothal of man & nature
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I do not pretend to tame or conquer
Heights or skies
All I want is your revered beauty
Accompanying
My Odyssey so I can watch your
Marvels with
The Deference merited.

Sit in your silence or accept your
Fury crashing
Against the rocks, fire spitting off
The lips of
Earth, flashes gleaming through
The darkened
Wrathful clouds.

I would like to see the highest waterfalls
Offer itself
To its nucleus… sands sweep the
Evanescent dunes,
The waters shimmering…under the sun,
Froth Vanishing
On white, pink or black sands.

I have heard the echoes of ages,
Smelled foliage
After storm, stones impregnated
With life…
Followed tracks
With no direction, vibrating in me
The familiar sounds…

Of sub silentio… have witnessed
Frost crystallizing
Over dormant villages & glazed lakes,
Inhaled shards of
Glass deep in December’s bewitchment,
But never
Have I retired into

Your arm folds, lulled by your
Differing Anthems
Been a corroborator to your
Grandeur.
I have dreamt you in my
Days & nights,
Attending as an habitué,

Breathing in me, life in its kernel,
Crooning
The promises of paradise…
On the wings
Of habit & proneness…
But until then,
I will wait for the betrothal

Of man & nature
In an eternal blend.