E. June Mathews

(Lees Summit, Missouri)

On Wings Of A Butterfly

The day awoke to flurry of sounds
That swirled about as early snow.
I watched the glyphs that piqued my mind
And penned a poem's embryo.

I gathered up the whisper of words
And made intriguing gay bouquet
But, have a cherry blossom show
That's prone to quickly fly away.

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