October Afternoon
Moody clouds gather
as ripe fruit drops from shivering branches
onto pillows of gold.
The last of the lustrous flowers,
weary from the summer show,
slouch beside the wasted seed pods of their sisters,
whilst workers head back to hives unsated.
Yet still there’s a butterfly.
Copyright © Kaye Locke | Year Posted 2014
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