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Butterflies…

“A girl stands In a meadow under a golden light

Around her butterflies take gentle flight

Each one a symbol, a tale taking off with the wings of a monarch’s glide

A sign of hope, a beacon, a guide

The butterfly dance weaves trails of paths anew

Where her dreams once were fading now became renewed

Whispers of transformation are heard in the sky

Fly beauties fly

She smiles and steps into the breeze

Her spirit soaring like the butterfly with ease

For every butterfly, every hue

Is a piece of her, timeless and true

Each one a story from her life, from her soul

Each one flying off with a part of her to remind others too

That some endings are beginnings in a clever disguise

So try to live your life to the fullest at every sunrise…”

Poem by me…

The Deer Woman…

Shedevrum AI

“In the moonlit woods where shadows play

Roams the Deer Woman, wild and fey

With eyes like embers, dark and deep

She wanders through the forest’s keep

Her form shifts in the twilight’s glow

Half a woman, half a doe

She tempts the heart with graceful ease

A spirit of the ancient trees

Whispered tales of love and fear

Of those who dared to venture near

With every step, her mystique grows

A haunting presence, soft and close

Legends speak of her allure

A warning wrapped in beauty pure

She beckons with a lusty siren’s call

To those who heed, they’ll rise or fall

In her gaze, both life and death

A fleeting touch, a stolen breath

She dances in the moon’s embrace

A mystery, a timeless grace

Beware the Deer Woman’s charm

For in her arms lies both harm and calm

A story woven in the night

A legend in the pale moonlight”

Wandering Woman…

“The echos on the wind are secrets known only to the wandering free

Spoken only in the forest to the open who can truly see

Her hair, a cascade of moss and leaves

She dances with shadows and whispers back to the trees

A priestess of the woodland

The forest her church only few will understand

She is greeted by roots as soon as she enters

Each knot a prayer for that which keeps her centered

She kneels on mossy altars

And her devotion never falters

The rustling leaves become her psalms

Where better then here to see what’s been made by god

She raises her arms, and lets out a wild call

For the forest is her sanctuary she prays will never fall

Roots entwine her ankles, binding her soul

And the owl hoots the stories of moonlit rites and ancient magic of old

So let her wander, in peace and unafraid

A wild woman rooted to nature’s embrace

Her church, her sacred spot

Where spirits converse, and the circle of life is taught…”

Poem by me…

Photography by

https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Photography-Grounded/1618318/10263687/view

“In the heart of the ancient forest
A wise owl perches
Its eyes of amber holds the wisdom of ages
And its hoots through the mist are only ever heard by the bravest
He’s guiding lost souls with his call
A haunting melody coming from the trees so tall
A beacon of light it shines to lure all lost wanderers that follow the ethereal glow
Most know no other way to go
Hearing footsteps on his mossy trail
The owl’s wings unfurl like a sail
A canvas of midnight and feathers,
As it soars, it hoots a tale of lore you’ll forget never
Tales of weary travelers seeking home
If you follow his flight the way will be shown
The forest stirs creating a symphony of rustling leaves,
The owl’s eyes ask you to believe
For the owl is more than feathers and talons
it is a guardian of thresholds, paths and realms
So heed its call lost wanderer and follow his light
There are much more dangerous beasties out there in the night
Follow where the hooting owl awaits
Or choose perhaps a worser fate…”

Poem by me, titled Midnight and Feathers…

Art by:
Eudaimonia