Butterfly, Butterfly
flew so high.
Butterfly, Butterfly
caught my eye.
...
Today is here, as we’re known to gather
most unknown… hear the blather?
But now it comes, bravado gone
in stake
...
Breaking from dirt, beauty grows,
Flourish, breath… until it snows.
Blossoms
...
Butterfly, Butterfly
Butterfly, Butterfly
flew so high.
Butterfly, Butterfly
caught my eye.
Eyes were a glisten,
wings winked in delight.
Sought such a current
so as he could drift
in warm summer's night.
But as the days shorten
he sags in the air.
Gracefully curves
downwards,
until he lies
motionless
so calm and fair.
Nice to see a fellow writer on here with the same last name.