Butterfly ~

Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.

Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward, strong beyond the garden wall!

Butterfly, why do you settle on my shoe, and sip the dirt on my shoe,

Lifting your veined wings, lifting them?

Big white butterfly!

Already it is October, and the wind blows strong to the sea from the hills where snow must have fallen, the wind is polished with snow.

Here in the garden, with red geraniums, it is warm, it is warm but the wind blows strong to sea-ward, white butterfly, content on my shoe!

Will you go, will you go from my warm house?

Will you climb on your big soft wings, black-dotted, as up an invisible rainbow, an arch till the wind slides you sheer from the arch-crest and in a strange level fluttering you go out to sea-ward, white speck!


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)