Summer Wild…
a restless summer child, sunrise-sweet and
sunset-wild, kissed by light glimmer and running
free in the wild air, under the magic of fireflies and in
the glow of bonfire flare, feeling alive and chasing
new horizons is why we're here, so when the
sunset unfolds into the night of our lives…
promise you'll meet me there.
– butterflies rising

» the butterflies rising poem ‘they tried to teach me to be afraid of my dichotomies… to believe that dynamic girls are dangerous things' was originally published on the butterflies rising poetry blog