Love’s Return
thaw—
chameleon-clad hylas
swarm the moss-green ponds
and buds of water lilies
arise from stalks
among the mottled pads—
I thought you were gone,
buried under hills of snow—
now you return
in the low hum of bees,
the soft whisper
of butterfly wings
I feel you near
in the warmth—
yet I somehow know
you have always been
with me in the cold.
— D. G. Vachal 2026
Image: Seerosen (1915) by Claude Monet
lilies, sparrows and grass 
Oh, beautiful, Dee, as always!! I especially love
“now you return
in the low hum of bees,
the soft whisper
of butterfly wings”
That’s just gorgeous imagery!!
😍Ellen
Thank you so much, Ellen! I’m truly glad that part spoke to you. It was one of those lines that came quietly and stayed. 🥰