Seed Fall

Winged seeds ripen in the growing damp, their flesh illuminated by the failing sun.
Before the week is done they will take flight, swarming into lights last gasp.
Spinning moth like into the dying years flame.
A golden flutter, trusting the turning earth.
Hoping to rise from winters ashes.

About greenmackenzie

Hi, I'm Seonaid, and I share my home on the shores of Loch Ness deep in the Scottish Highlands with my husband, my son and a couple of dogs. I love art which is here now and gone food and nature...but also have a passion for vintage and the ancient past! Nature is my favourite muse, with her wild ever shifting seasons. I have been using and teaching mindfulness and relaxation for over 12 years, and have yet to become any sort of expert :-) I'm a Psychotherapist and Cancer Support Specialist in Maggies Highlands
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24 Responses to Seed Fall

  1. says:

    Love your golden whirly birds !

  2. adinparadise says:

    Wonderful writing, Seonaid. Are these sycamore seed pods?

  3. Hanna says:

    Beautifully delicate image, Seonaid ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Amy says:

    Beautiful post!

  5. Paula says:

    Very inspired verses, Seonaid ๐Ÿ™‚

  6. colonialist says:

    Lovely image, verbal and pictorial.

  7. Lucid Gypsy says:

    These were one of the treats of my childhood ๐Ÿ™‚

  8. I was certain they were dragonflies when the photo first caught my eye!

  9. they look like butterflies or beautiful flying birds. Gorgeous photo.

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