She …
… waits by the flower for her love, a need of food to sustain her, in this time of reproduction, instinctively – without self-conscious calculation.
The blue flower embroidered with her silk, the better to do her job of capture and eat, to feed the young, potential in her.
Red Nasturtium papers the walls of her minds eye, bees and flies the action in her unoccupied space.
Perpetual nature, incomplete in mortal form, knowledge to the seeing eye.
Thank you for the perfect little things.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click a picture for a closer look
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