Acquaintances Poem by Aaron Marchant

One winter's night when snow fell deep
I stretched a hand that I might keep
a snowflake that may last the year
yet in my palm it formed a tear

When spring arrived, I thought I'd try
to capture a bright butterfly
But soon I found to my regret
It turned to dust inside my net

In summertime I found a way
to coax the wildflowers to stay
yet pressed in pages of my book
grieve for the vibrant life I took

Now autumn's here I realise
how quickly captive beauty dies
and seek love no more to possess
but cherish every brief caress