Butterfly
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We are shut in at home, lockded down like so many millions because of cornavirus. But there are small encouragements in the spring sunshine in our garden.
The butterfly is back.
I saw him land in sun, just where the bin had been, before today's collection.
This one I had not seen since boyhood tracks by field and hedge,
and hunting for a nest and eggs, or treck to net some sticklebacks
in weedy crystal streams, with sun rays on a tender neck.
And now the garden's all we have, a tiny square of cobbled pave,
a shed, a seat, one flower bed, a pond, some pots still winter bare.
But I am grateful for his coming, his fleeting garden call.
I suspect without the city's humming, and it's poison airy pall,
he came just like his maker's Spirit, to quieter heart's now welcome call.
Copyright © Bob Kimmerling | Year Posted 2020
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