Psychedelia

Bird or butterfly? Peacock eyes watch from a bed of splendid iridescence

Starlings’ movement sweeps in a syncopated and magical murmuration

Heads of yellow dandelion nod their consent as time is released to the wind

And in the still waters of the pond, concentric circles, like hidden eyes, ripple from the calm

Natures alchemist, the honey bee constructs her sweet, hexagonal pharmacy

A million ears of corn stand to attention in oceanic fields, moving as one

Dainty daisies bow their heads, pink-tinged petals teetering on impossibly delicate stalks

And I watch, with eager eyes, as spawn becomes tadpole, becomes frog

Leaves within trees within branches within leaves, patterns repeated infinitum

Whilst icy snowflakes reproduce. Recreate. Grow in dimensions unchecked

Nature, the architect, the alchemist, the artist, the first illustrator of our world

Her woven psychedelia, rebranded a modern construct and named by man