i believe in these little things
i believe in the iridescent wings of a butterfly
i bask in the season their migration brings i listen to the songs of summer i wade through the water of a spring i tiptoe through a flower bed i pause to notice the bees i spy on these little things day after day, they live their lives with or without my watchful gaze i stretch my hands out and wait the butterfly lands on my fingertips its wings fluttering with ease i believe in life itself i believe in these little things |
Mackenzie Macrol
is an author and poet. Plagued by vaguely prophetic dreams, she dredges through an undergraduate program at Bellevue College and attempts to clear her premonitions by embracing her childhood dreams. By exploring love through her work, she hopes to connect with readers and share what may be a new perspective—the consequences of forgetting their origin. |