One Little Butterfly -Part 2-
Coming down my way, I let the leaf fall onto my palm
As little tingles of warmth console my shivers
It lands as the others fall to the ground
Some pass me—others sink around in submission
My fingers gently wrap around the fragile thing
Afraid that the wind may pull it away
As I familiarize with the touch and gaze upon its design,
I begin to realize this treasure is not a leaf at all
Though it had befriended the tree far before the ghosts of seasoned bliss
And now the tree yearns for her again—an obliging host
Yearning for that one little butterfly wing, falling with the leaves
Caught in the warmth of life that soon will freeze
For they had to move on…it was their choice to leave
Just as the butterflies migrated toward the warmth
My friends—my strangers…have gone away
One little butterfly stayed behind
Left alone to face the brink of autumn’s glare
Sorely soothed by the embracing despair
Always different than the rest—beyond compare
One little butterfly stayed on the tree
And one wing fell on me
Though cold, alone, and dead
Together be
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014
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