One summer’s dusk
we lay down in Demeter’s realm,
whispering wheat in gentle breeze,
fecund, abundant and lush,
a promise of tomorrow.
And there momentarily we lived abandon,
that little death let go,
a kaleidoscope of butterflies
filled the air.
©Paul vincent Cannon
Note: a kaleidoscope is a group of butterflies, and Demeter was the Greek goddess of grain and harvest.